Quick! Tell yourself every bad thing.
Quick! Think of all the worse outcomes.
Quick! Now did it do any good?
Message to self, for our mental health.
The day was a bad day only cause i made it so.
I’ve yet to know how to let it flow.
Work in progress.
Trying to stay up emotionally
i don’t wanna be down
just wanna make it through
I’ve been told this too shall pass
you are who you are
searching , a quest never ending
I’m not there yet, but soon.
Lights are down
the feelings rush through
a man who cries
opens himself to greatness.
Sometimes you don’t have to ask
but the truth is universally told
like rain on a scorching hot day
needed but unwanted
but what do you expect they’re only kids.
I’m leaving today
don’t know where
I’m grown/I’ve grown now.
comfortable shoes or none at all
noise canceling headphones
great big cojones
salt-n-pepa, robin s, cece peniston,
black box, to name a few….
start with the groove
drop down into the pocket
feel it in your veins
ignore everyone around
bend your legs, arch your back
don’t turn around, the past is wack…
rhythm is going to get you
catch you and never release you
if the rhythm feels good to you baby let me
hear you say uh uh baby
your inner child thanks you
I had to getaway
the road was my muse
I refused to settle
i then met him
he paid my bills for a year
said anything you want my dear
it never fails
to go this route…
No feelings involved
he was my ticket here
he told me don’t worry
nothing to fear
against my better judgment
thought of him as my husband
and then everything went to hell
it started with needing bail
for what you say
I was dumb okay…
I should’ve never went announced
to be unexpected and he was undetected
was a problem for him
There was a fight
I tried with all my might
to leave him/it alone but
I felt beholden to him
saving my life in so many ways
but life needs to be golden for me
work hard to keep it up the facade of being present
work to maintain, never show shame of all the things I’ve done in my past
I’ve asked forgiveness, hoping for a one way ticket out of this wilderness
July hasn’t been kind, messing with my mind. What If I wasn’t here?
Sorry Universe, this like gets/got me down, feeling like a clown
All the work I put into keeping the facade up, to see it come down
Cry myself to sleep, shout into a pillow, allowing myself to willow in the wind of disappointment
I’m not this, this is not me
You’re breaking me down, is it to build me up?