discouragement
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It's so ironic how after heartbreak, a simple everyday item turns into the things that makes you fall apart,
And it doesn't take much for every little thing to remind me of you, even though you were the one who broke my heart.
Dear Aunt Cathy, this was my day
It started in an unusual way
My alarm rang, it screamed and it blared
Nobody else in my family cared
It was my own job to shut off that thing
Someone once told me
My life wasn’t worth living
That in the end I will be so lonely
Asking for help or begging my homies
Dancing away my stress
Singing my heart
Acting as if
Hello! I am the narrator, and this, is my story.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess.
Her name was May.
Have you ever seen a Flower
A Single Blooms every Hour
But when comes the shower
They fight
Instead of soaring up like a kite
They became a revolting sight
Lowering themselves without delight
I wish I could eat my pen.
And the ink inside it, and all the paper in my notebooks,
And all the books I've written tens of thousands of times
Over and over again in hopes of becoming perfection.
When the canvas is done,
My heart has won
All the paint consumes me,
Can they just let me be
Wishing to follow my own path,
But they want me to pursue in math
I know I carry potential,
I am nothing but a disappointment-
