Feelings of a tired metalhead

Heroes do exist,

and they are those

who keep

so many people

away from solitude

and suicide...

Teaching them all

about life

and death,

heaven

and hell. 

It's not just about

their music,

it's about their

melodies

and lyrics

make me feel...

Life can

sometimes be

a horrible bitch,

and you

only want

to get rid

of her... 

But shr

can also be

beautiful,

and is that

beauty

what they show to

us...

Us,

metalheads,

uncomprehended souls

wandering

through this world,

trying

to avoid those

who call

themselves

'normal'. 

Do you know

what's the

name

I give to

them?

Intolerant. 

Maybe

one day

what we like

will be accepted,

but until them...

We will

stand

proud

of being

METALHEADS. 

A metalhead,

a dark girl,

a poet of souls,

a fighter for

freedom of feeling,

a seeker for

tolerance,

respect

and love,

tired of being

rejected by

society,

wrote 

this short poem

that might be

full of grammar

and spelling

mistakes,

at midnight,

lying in bed,

listening to

her saviours,

because she

needed 

to yell

what she was

carrying 

inside her

dark

heart. 

She doesn't

mind

if this doesn't 

rhyme;

her only

desire

is to tell

all of

those

who felt the

same

reading this

that you are not

ALONE. 

You will

always

have a

twin soul. 

No matter how

far

they are. 

Their pressence

will always be 

in your

HEART.