you're a screen.
a glass.
but you fell face first and now you're breaking.
you've always been breaking since early before.
the shards come loose and fall with the dirt.
you're always losing shards.
why are you so cracked.
why can't you be one whole glass, one full screen, maybe with a few scratches but the cracks are too deep and you're falling apart.
stop falling apart.
i don't want you to crack all the way and become destroyed.
you're already cracked enough.
you've been dropped but fixed but dropped one too many times and you need a surgeon to help replace those shards you lost along your journey.

you're very oh so gentle and delicate.
maybe even one more drop can cause you to break completely.

you're such a flower.
so beautiful. but once you start picking at the leaves, it starts to decay. it starts to rot.
you pull off the pedals and mess with the stem, slowly suffering.
pull the flower out from the ground and you're a goner, you don't know how to replant, do you? no, you don't. so you die.

i don't want you to die.
i don't want to lose you.
my flower.
beautiful and powerful but yet so delicate and light.
so easily to be taken to the route of death.

i'm no flower.
i'm just a rock.
not beautiful.
not delicate.
but too rough and scarring.
i hate being a rock.

i break things.
i don't fix much.
i'm a burden.
i'll always be there.
in the corner looking at the flowers, but if i get too close i'll crush you and your beauty, your power.

i've crushed you enough as a rock.

i wish i could change
but i don't get to do anything different it seems like.
just a ******* burden on everything.

Work on you brand God intended for you.
Focus building a team with the same goals as you.

Become an asset with your spouse who believes in your creativity.
Don't come around if you're only a liability.

Key to success is faith, focus, & being fierce.
Not a "9-5" job that includes a 4-year degree.

At the end of the day,
It really is what you know & who you know that becomes important.
Pay attention to all signs & don't forget this message in the morning.

To declare an age
surrounding state
Aware of peat
the surf and deep green turf
It's sound as sage to know your worth
from formed experiences
Enlightenment is more than earned

She walk around with an “S” on her chest and a blade in on her tongue
Kisses so soft and words to break me
Promises she never keeps, yet laughs when I weep
What am I but a puppet
Constant forgiveness I provide

ASleep to my pain ,so I sleep through the rain
My only peace is silence
Isolation creeps deeply as I’m left in the dark gasping for air
Your hand ,to reach beyond the surface

Trying to forget your words

Bypassing this, the hurtful words
I struggle to relate while unknowingly
It’s self infliction! How dare I blame you
Why not blame you ?

You pull me close with Sorry Sorrys

And again, those words
They put me in a space of emptiness
I am Alone
You are you and I am Me once again