The pain is for a lesson

Ouch 😥 the wound is bleeding again I sat all alone so my mind reminisces that day when I was told nothing good will come out from this, I watch my self cry like I did the first day it happened. So this became a mantra and beget a lot other ill moments of my

Optimism

I’m an optimistic kind of person and I’ll always tell you to be optimistic cause it a mindset that yields good results. Being optimistic doesn’t mean my failures don’t count or I try to ignore them, for me it means I expect the good and embrace the bad…it’s a two sided process that one must

Move on

Take a deep breath Don’t hold back The grief of y’day

Unrealized

My mind so familiar with phantom My dreams currently look like one Not even a bit reach reality Just an optical illusion that has forge my identity It is what it is like insanity Imagination really sucks more than reality

Black

All other colors are just colours Black have got a voice It speaks power, authority strength

My love life

Love is not just blind its deaf and mute clearly in a coma love for me is a loose end especially when I lose friend  Stay back and still won’t fall again Too scared to love again But then you’ve come to pull out the pain And when I watch me love again I end

Parasite

you have choked my lungs with fear you have place my soul in solitude you have shut my light for darkness you have sold my heart to pain you have turned my sleep to stress you have coil my mind with anxiety you have blur my vision with tears you have put my memory on

Special one

I want to be special for someone Two arms holding me tight And forever keep me close I want to find my missing colours For my life is black and white Have that someone crawling into my thoughts when I try to sleep at night I want to find the wandering feet that with mine

A book and pen

Writing has saved me many times It’s healed my broken heart Countless time when my mind becomes too heavy My lips mute but eyes watered A book and pen has always brought hope Writing what I don’t even know Writing has stolen my heart away from anxiety and solitude My tears have become my cup

Hardwork

Living without working is dieing without knowing . Hard work is a gift and not a curse. The naked name for hard work is diligence