Presenting myself to the past,
I pieced together a couple pieces:
The unresolved past
Bleeds into the future
Past memories turned into current thoughts
A war for the present
A battle for the moment
Life gets heavy
The hurt starts to weigh on me
The tears falling down my face
Become the rain that washes away my pain
The past of me
Becomes a part of me
Fighting in the moment
Fighting to find the light for my future
My dark past
Will always try to cover my bright future
But I know
I’mma keep believing
I’mma keep breathing
Knowing there’s always people thankful that I’m alive
Knowing there are people who need me to stay alive
There’s pain but
Rain will never wash it away
There’s fun but
Will never stay all day
There's darkness but
It feels like you can never run away
There’s light but
It feels like it never comes your way
There’s going to be questions but
No answers
There’s going to be times you need someone but
No one answers
There’s going to be days when you just want to run away
Hide from the pain
Trying to make it go away but
The only escape is accepting those dark days
Accepting the fact that
Life isn’t all about bright days
It’s about getting through the dark pain
To have the ability to dance in the rain
Then we’ll be able to enjoy life and every thang
Reflecting back to my past,
If I wasn’t born smart
I had to live smart
Translating in elementary
Not even understanding how to speak english
This was my life living as a kid
I never found much friends
I always had friends find me
Too much social anxiety living in me
Too much depression weighing on me
I was always strings attached
Living a life that wasn’t mine
Trying to fulfill a dream that was never mine
Fun never existed.
If I wasn’t grinding
There was something wrong
Grinding became my fun
Grinding became my darkest light
Grinding became my only escape
Before I would find myself living in the grave
Suffocating as a kid with
No one who could understand how to help me
Drowning
Asking for help never existed
Living as a kid never existed
Meeting new people
Helped me understand different pieces of Z
Life is living with a broken heart
Searching for new pieces to place in
Your vision of yourself
There’s so much living to do
But we spend it focused on how broken we are
There’s so much brokenness in us
But we can’t fix everything about us
There’s so much fixing to do
But there’s never time to fix it
Then why try to be perfect
When you could be perfectly imperfect?
Why try to be not broken
When you can be whole and broken?
I hope this piece of zhupoetry
Could help you piece together
The peace you need
In this world of broken pieces
