A Piece of Me

Can You?

I fathom a thousand depths of something I fail to properly express.

Dying to die for the meaning that my soul can't resist and possess.

Yet is less really more or is less just less?

God guide me through this thing called the healing process.

Is success really success or is success your success?

Can't success just be as simple as the slightest progress?

Can't someone be proud of me? Or do I have to flex to impress?

Man, I'm trying... trying in so much distress.

You thought that right decision was on purpose but did you know I just guessed?

Do you even know how hard it is to try and see the good in the things given unblessed?

But God forbid I ever speak on anything that's ever been oppressed.

Cause it's all about positive thinking like everyone's just so obsessed.

There's a fine line between positive thinking and being in denial so let's just reassess.

Sometimes there's just an elephant in the room that everyone avoids to address.

Cause depression, anxiety, or any mental illness is just too much of a mess.

When really all most of anyone wants is the slightest compassion, if not, at least kindness.

But let's use that one excuse right? The "Oh but we're humans".. yes we are nonetheless.

Yet that doesn't give us an excuse to not love because human life is priceless.

You can't put a tag on the mind, the body, or the soul and that's something I will always stress.

And before I leave a bit of my heart here on this paper for you to access.

All I ask is that you open your heart to love without any expectations... without "unless".