Contemplating life and all its nuances. Figuring all of its complications are not worth the grief that my soul has buried. Music is the answer for everything until you have to turn it off. Then life's realities come crashing down on you and you think there is not enough time or privacy for me to break down. So you push back the tears and go on with life hoping that when your mind finally gives up no one will be there to witness your soul breaking.
All I got was a bunch of talk. No real resolution. Got my parents worked up and me in tears. What's to be done? I thought it would be fixed, instead I got a boatload of resentment to contend with, thinking the one time that I was allowed to make a life changing decision for myself I royally screwed it up. I'm no better than a new parent trying to break the cycle and history of abuse when it comes to their baby.
There doesn't seem to be an escape for me. It went wrong like I knew it would but no one ever listens to me and then when I'm right its an 'Oh'. Change will happen swiftly but the whole world will see my frustration and helplessness. I hate talking about myself or how I...
This the beginning of the end. What Americans did is unforgivable. There is no turning back. I just hope that my family won't suffer the wrath as a result of Trump bring the new president.
Lookin' like crap but only you can see me.
Feelin' like I dodged a bullet but only you know.
Feeling everything and nothing and only you can relate.
Singing to the blues, the only thing that soothes my soul.
A lone tear trails down my cheek but only the darkness hears my sorrow.
I thank you for being the one that sees my beauty through my harden shield.
I am black and I am proud.
But I am waiting for the world to acknowledge me as a black person, as a woman, as a daughter, as a sister, as a friend.
Thank you for seeing me as I am and not for what they see me as: a person who doesn't belong, understand; who sees the injustices being done to my people but being denied the right to say a...
My brain is imploding with emotions I can't escape. My life is thrown into nto oblivion as I battle my warring emotions. My skin is icy cold with goosebumps scattered everywhere. It takes everything in me to not break down in the dark of night with only my bed to comfort me. I try to drown myself in music to lose the notion of my thoughts exploding into a living nightmare I can't get of during the daylight.
What do I do?
Do I sit down and cry for all the things that could have been or do I look forward and stuff down all of the emotions that are bursting at the send to come out of me. Do I let it break me or do I let it make me stronger?
What do I do?
Do I say this is the end and I let myself go forever? Or do I try to pick up the jagged pieces of my soul to make something new? Is this the time to say I need help?
What do I do?
Dear Torch and Laurel,
Addiction. Its a strong word. Something that can break you, consume you, destroy you and anyone that you might love. It can be a pleasure that you find yourself dependent on. It could have been a thing of peer pressure. It could have been a vice you choose to block out reality. But it becomes your world. Whatever you are addicted to you comes first before anything else. No matter how much you might wish that you didn't need that one thing , you always come to the conclusion that it's essential for you to fulfill that craving.
Being addicted doesn't cater to reality. In the mind of an addicted person there is no rhyme or reason when it comes to their addiction. T...