'Memories' (Sad* Music Box) by Michael Ortega

Very Sad Music Box that will make you cry. Original music box composition by Michael Ortega.
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Copyright © Michael Ortega 2018
#MichaelOrtega #Sad #MusicBox

[MichaelOrtega]

Loving all the sorties in the comments! Btw, I’m constantly making NEW original work. Would mean a lot if you check out the rest of my channel 😊

[judgement]

_A young child sits under the bridge, in her hand a music box her dearest parents gave her. She began winding the music box._

*_She gently weeps as the lonely melody plays.._*

[lolikitsune]

Literally no one:
Not a soul:
People in music box video comments: “let me tell you a story”

[HadesTheMisfit]

Have you seen Mommy?
Mommy loves me
And I love her.
I lost her,
It's dark.
I am scared.
Mommy, please come back.
...
Oh, I found her.
Her beautiful hair is still soaked in the red water!
Haha, Silly Mommy, she got all the make up in her hair!
Daddy said that he helped Mommy, since she had a frog in her throat.
He cut it open to get the frog out, but Mommy is quiet since then.
Daddy says that Mommy is only resting, but...
Why is Mommy in the basement?
Oh no, I hear him coming, he told me not to go down here.
He is greeting me with a smile.
"Hello, Sweetheart."
I smile too!
"Hello Da-

[skelesters]

Lemme quote something for this music.

*"The girl wished to be free but was never given a pair of wings to fly out of the black hole"*

[Drakaiyus]

Mommy? Why did you leave them?
Why didnt you help?
They had called for you but you could not condone
So they rotted away to nothing but bone.

Mommy, i can hear them
Why wont you wake up and help?
Cant you hear them screaming?

They are hiding in the basement....but why are they still and covered in red?
Why mommy, why wont you answer?
I am scared.
I am

I- i can see a bright light
Mommy? should i go to the light?
.
.
.
.
Mommy?

[MrMeeseeksPiano]

I don't pay internet for you making me cry ):

[maxlynnmoon]

I find comfort in sad and negative things. It makes me feel like I'm not alone in this dark alley. That I'm not the only one in despair. The moon, the stars, the rain, the dark, everything just feels nice. It's like giving me someone to be with in this dark place. It gives me strenght to never regret being in sadness. Being happy is a nice feeling to have but finding meaning in a sad room just makes me feel relieve that I can finally smile with the demons in my head but at the same time, I'm scared that I might get addicted to it and never let go.

[Endymion]

real music boxes never sound this good unless its one of those huge bulky fancy $300 ones and who wants to pay that?

I still want one though.

[unchaineddefender]

They used to laugh, they used to play.
Now they cry, wasting the day.
They had friends that supported them, family that loved them.
Now that memory is lost, like a single mountain gem.

How they yearn for laughter, how they beg for fun.
But they only get work that is never done.
How they wish to be free again, to feel the sun on their skin.
But that memory’s gone, like a leaf in the wind.

They work all day, and they work all night.
Always wishing that they could take flight.
Their memories were distant, so close yet so far.
But that’s how things were, and it’s how things are.


*I hope I did an okay job, I really like writing poetry, but I'm not very good at it XD*

[melxxo]

I have a friend name Teddy
Teddy is a boy
Teddy is my friend
I love Teddy
Teddy loved me back
But
.

.

.

Teddy died 20 years ago
Teddy gave me a heart locket for the both of us
Before he died
Teddy stopped existing
Only one person remembers him

.

.

.

Me
Teddy is my friend
Teddy is beside me, and he will never go away

Right . . . ?

[endylove]

Boy... I miss my childhood. Being a teen is terrible. I miss to play with my toys everyday, eating icecreams in summer with my grandparents and stay warm in my bed during the winter. I miss that I didn't have to worry about nothing.

[outerspacedoggo]

_This reality was all a bad

_and I need to wake up. 🔪💔_

[thawngthabik]

The saddest part of life is when the person who gave you the best memories becomes a memory

[billythao]

its sad but when i hear music box stuff it reminds me of horror movies so it makes it creepy lol

[jamie]

Let me tell you a story.


there was a girl who fell in love with someone over text. except, the person she fell in love with lived in a separate country. the more she spent time with this person, the more in hopeless love she fell in. she knew she would never meet the boy she had come to love. and so one day, they had a huge argument. you see, this girl suffered from depression and everyone around her in real life paid no attention to her fake smiles. all she had left was her friends and family through text.
but the fight she had with everyone had turned everyone away from her, everyone was angry at her. no one listened to her side of the story, not even the person she fell in love. feeling despaired, she texted him one more time, telling him her favorite memory they shared together. all the hours spent together, all the messages exchanged. she did this with everyone, but no one texted back except for the boy.
tears fell from her face as she read the text. his last words to her were ones from anger, irritation, and annoyance. she told him that she loved him one more time before logging off for the final time.
she said i love you to everyone she knew, over and over, and all though they said, "i love you too" they said it with no emotion, no meaning. one even smirked and pushed her away. so for the final time, she looked up at the moon.
for the final time she touched her bottle of pills she kept stashed away.
it was the final time she would ever touch those pills, the final time she would see the stars.
she wondered if anyone would be said if they found out what she did to herself. how long she was suffering and all she needed was someone to love her no matter what.
would anyone be sad that it stopped beating?
would anyone cherish the memories they made together?
-
the boy smirked and scoffed in annoyance. the girl hadn't texted back in three days and he almost felt glad that she stayed away. he threw his phone on his bed, but somehow, he missed and the phone dropped, face-first. it cracked. groaning, he reached over to grab it once more but something cut him deep on the upper wrist. almost angrily shouting in annoyance, he looked at his wrist only to find a dozen more. it hurt like hell, the blood was trickling down. more and more cuts appeared on his wrists and soon, his stomach screamed with agony.
so did he.
it felt cold, it felt lonely, he was in so much pain.
both emotionally and physical.
thoughts rain through his head that weren't his.
would anyone be sad?
would anyone cherish?
suddenly everything stopped and silenced. what was going on? a whisper rang in his ear six times.
"will you cherish the MEMORIES?"
and then it felt like someone was shoving pills down his throat, tons and tons. his hands felt like they were opening more bottles, frantically pouring them in his mouth. nothing stopped him until he fell to the ground, his wrists bleeding out, pain, exhaustion, and finally the pills.
he closed his eyes, the thoughts that weren't his continuing to scream in his head.
laughing and laughing, he finally died with one word in his mind.
memories.


never leave a conversation without saying a proper good-bye.
never forget the memories you cherish.
never say words out of anger without apologizing.
because you never know when they might leave

[findingmebybeingus]

She hides alone
She feels alone
Will she ever get this back from your world?
Nobody hears her sing
Nobody hears her breathe
Nobody can see her
They dont know shes there till she gone
Her life is fading from memory
She cant see what she wants
They all call her crazy
Nobody hears her sing
Nobody sees her
Nobody hears her breathe
Nobody knows shes there until she leaves

[lustyaoishottm]

Each melody played by this music box gives me the feeling of being light as air, my resentment remains only little discreet in front of this musical beauty



What music is played at the end of the video? It's beautiful ❤

[dstoiletbreak]

(A fairytale Sad Story I made up)

Once there was a girl named Angel, your average teenage girl. She was the perfect girl, her long flowing Blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, Hazel Eyes that you could just get lost in, and a smile that lit up the whole room. Some people thought she was a goddess, a blessing sent down to Earth.

Angel loved to dance, especially Ballet, wearing a Tutu and going En Pointe was her specialty. She also loved a strange music box, that she had ever since she was a child. It was really strange because it still looked brand new, and the music still sounded angelic, like it was just bought. Even though she knew the strange components of it, She played the same music box at least once everyday, still humming to the same tune that she heard since childhood. She never got old of it, until one day, everything changed for Angel. That day, when that beautiful music box, became her worst nightmare.

Angel was dancing in her favorite Tutu, improvising a dance to the Music Box for fun. It was a baby blue Tutu, with rhinestones covering the top of it. While she was dancing, however, the Music Box started to glow a white aura, still playing the same melodic tone. Angel was curious about it, not exactly feared by it, but confused. She picked up the Music Box to investigate, and in a heartbeat, it trapped her. She still had her baby blue Tutu on, but her hair and makeup was now done in a sort of professional way. She was stuck on the little pedestal a figurine ballerina once stood on, unable to get off of it, and she was unable to call or scream out for help.

Her mother came in to check on her moments later, to find Angel gone. All Angel could do was watch, unable to tell her mother that she was trapped in this form, as her mother started to call, panic, and search for her. Even though she couldn’t say or express her feelings for anyone to see, she still felt emotion inside. It slowly pained her seeing her mother distraught and depressed everyday, because her daughter was on every “Missing” Poster in Town. Police, Townsfolk, even other Teens tried to find her for weeks, but it was no use. The girl everyone once knew, was now gone. The town grieved for days after the search, because there was not one person that hated her.

Her mother never got rid of the music box, though, and she’d play it everyday to remind her of Angel. Every time she winded the key and listened, the ballerina standing on the pedestal would dance to the music. If only she knew the dancing ballerina was the person everyone is searching for. Angel, Involuntarily dancing to the music continuously, everyday. Still hoping that one day, someone will save her.

[LARADEKA]

_They say comfort comes from something or someone. They say it is the only way to dry your tears and make you smile. They even say when no one is there, there's someone who loves you, when people aren't there._

_But for one... nobody came to help her. Even when someone was there, she just couldn't see it. All she did... was reject it._