My life n all is crannies

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Story of my Life

Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
He told me in the morning he don’t feel the same about us in his bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone.


It doesn’t seem to change. It is the same story with the same endings and the same sad sad ballads. It is an empty feeling. A deep abyss that drowns me each time i try to breathe.

I raise my eyes to the skies looking for solace but lo, i find none. Lost and trapped in the sorrow that is life and heartbreak. I s is like a song on my lips each day. A song i am sick of. A song that disgusts those around me.

A song that is like a never ending story. Day by day i trudge on. looking for some bit of comfort. A kind laugh or a kind smile,something out there to let me know that someone cares, to no avail *sigh.* It is indeed the story of my life.


Written on these walls are the colors that I can’t change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still.





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What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re OK?
I’m falling to pieces.


The year is coming to an end. Still it is the same ole’ story. Last Christmas i gave you my heart and the very next day you gave it away. The amount of time invested the tears shed, the emotions all involved in. Washed down the drain, like an itsy bitsy spider. Something so special turned so minute. The feelings and the pain that comes with the heartbreak is overwhelming. Each day drowning in your own misery,sadness and depression. Turning pages of life to no avail. Hoping for some relief but none being present.

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
‘Cause he’s moved on while I’m still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don’t break even.

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re OK?


What am i gonna do when my heart is broken to pieces? I need to breathe. Breathe….Image




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Started from the bottom

It has been a long journey. A strange long one. So many hurdles and twists and turns. I’ve fallen down, broken my legs, scraped my knees. But i have gotten back to my feet. Stood up once again proud, happy, strong and in control. I have learnt from the various mistakes i have made and met in life. I have been burned, broken and scared. But i still rise up. A strong black proud woman. Ready to take the world by her horns. Ready for the challenges and mishaps in life. Ready to be a fighter, a winner and a victor. 

This is a series of stories about my life. They are in no particular order but just rumblings of how my life is depending on how i woke up feeling like and  the scars that sometimes bleed.