Life is a long walk with a heavy bag you never get to empty. You keep adding things pain, loss, stress, words people said, things you wish you said back, and moments that still sit in the back of your mind like rocks you can’t throw away. You carry all of it. Even on days when your chest feels sore and your heart feels weak. Even on nights when you’re staring at the ceiling trying not to cry again. Life doesn’t pause. It doesn’t give you space. It keeps pushing, keeps pulling, keeps spinning while you’re trying not to fall apart. You try to act fine. You try to keep going. You try to be the strong one because someone has to be. But inside, you’re tired. Not sleepy tired life tired. Soul tired. Done tired. You look around and everyone seems okay, but you’re not. You’re doing the best you can with a heart that’s been stepped on more times than you can count. You tell yourself “don’t break,” but sometimes you do. In the shower. In your room. In the dark. Hit with memories that come back too fast and too sharp. You think about old friends who turned fake. About people who took your trust and threw it away. About the love you gave out for free that someone else didn’t know how to hold. You think about the times you were there for everyone, and no one showed up for you. The times you stayed up late helping someone else while you were falling apart. Life will do that. It will wear you down and pretend it didn’t. It will test you until you start asking why you even try anymore. But here’s the truth you’re still here. Still breathing. Still standing on feet that shake but don’t give out. Still waking up even when the world feels heavy and the pain feels old. That means something. More than you know. Because life is not about never falling. It’s about getting up even when your legs hurt and your heart is tired and your mind says “don’t.” It’s about learning that not every loss is the end of you. Not every heartbreak means you’re unlovable. Not every dark thought means you’re broken. It means you are human real, raw, alive in a world that tries to make you hard. And even with all the hurt, there are still moments that give you a reason to stay: a song that hits different, a feeling that gives you hope, a person who shows up, a breath that comes easier, a day that doesn’t hurt as much. Small things. Quiet things. Gentle things that remind you your story isn’t done yet. You’ve made it this far. Through things that left scars no one else can see.
its good
you didn't read it LOL
this made me tear up and I'm not the only one going through it THIS IS SOO GOOD BRO ISTG I LOVE YOU
You used chat gpt
yeah apple, idk what it means but live onnnnn
This is really good
lol still good tho
u should try to make one right now?
you
ight girly I got you.
ok girl
made it, it was fun ehehe and not chat gpted
let me see
lil weird cuz I didn't have a theme but ig it is my man
where
good jazz
Its long but it’s very well written I can see that you took your time to articulate this poem.good job jazzy.
Honestly, this is one of the best or probably the best writing I've read. The way you wrote this seems like it happened yesterday and I respect that. I didn't even realize how relatable it was to MY life until I read it over a couple times. Appreciate you taking the time to write this not just for yourself...but for all of us.
love the motivation
new account right hereeee
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