My first painting.

My first painting.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Picking up Pieces (poetry)

Everything around me seems to be falling apart, wherever I look pieces of my heart is all that I can see.

A chunk from losing my mom, a scrap here in there from lost loves, a piece from my unachieved dreams, and a few parts from fake friends.

Where do I begin to repair all that is damaged, I've hidden my pain for so long but I'm ready to get my shit managed.

I can't go any longer living this way, being fearful of my own dream and what people might think. Fuck it, It's time to let my light shine and finally work on my self-esteem.

Time to get back into this world that I have missed, leave the past where it belongs and finally, truly exist.

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