Broken and defeated, I was a mess

The music and rhythm turned to distress

The passion and isms walked up and left

This sickening feeling was all that was left

 

Try to eat

Try to sleep

Tryna do anything made me wanna cough up a mess

 

What was perfect was gone like lies

Perhaps a misconception in my mind

Music being the only thing to call mine

Some in the background helped me heal over time

 

Eventually able to play and create

Now no one can stop us

Positivity and mates satiate

They help me do the one thing I must

 

And this is all the fuss

The thing you need to know

All your problems eventually become dust

Years in the future, the bigger picture

That is the suture, for your greatest weakness

You can move past this