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05 Nov 2018

Zad Vibez, I'm gonna tell y'all about my story from being depressed to inspirational. Back in Ele school, attention was needed, frown everyday, trouble makers were the ones who succeeded, I always felt defeated. In between my eyes, always about my size, so called friends always tell lies, hallways filled with my cries. I always tried everyday, I always cried everyday, for some reason my hand is always up like what do I say. Like how much does it take to feel special, like how much does it take to erase you, from my life, I never tested you. Graduation wasn't so bad but still I got a few laughs, white shirt, black pants, momma was so proud. Walked the stage then I said I made it, bet next year isnt going to be that frustrating. My brain said think again, I said no I'm concentrating. Finally next year came, brain said jaw dropper isn't it. I'm sorry I regret what I said last year, I can feel it. Got a little older dealing with girls, heartbreak, just a pat on the shoulder. Said she only felt bad, I sat in the corner. I'll always remember the number 34 because that's population of class, stock of the whole classroom all they did was laugh, yet no one ever felt bad, I finally brushed the Chip off my shoulder than became glad, then sad again, my furry friend and now I have to bury them. Did a stupid thing and that thing was sharp, got sent to Alt school, good vibes I brought, finally 3 weeks over summer is waiting for me. Telling people to follow there passion I became inspirational, now nobody laughing, proved them wrong from the start, hopefully my next girl won't break my heart, ayeeee

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6 years ago

Zad Vibez, I'm gonna tell y'all about my story from being depressed to inspirational. Back in Ele school, attention was needed, frown everyday, trouble makers were the ones who succeeded, I always felt defeated. In between my eyes, always about my size, so called friends always tell lies, hallways filled with my cries. I always tried everyday, I always cried everyday, for some reason my hand is always up like what do I say. Like how much does it take to feel special, like how much does it take to erase you, from my life, I never tested you. Graduation wasn't so bad but still I got a few laughs, white shirt, black pants, momma was so proud. Walked the stage then I said I made it, bet next year isnt going to be that frustrating. My brain said think again, I said no I'm concentrating. Finally next year came, brain said jaw dropper isn't it. I'm sorry I regret what I said last year, I can feel it. Got a little older dealing with girls, heartbreak, just a pat on the shoulder. Said she only felt bad, I sat in the corner. I'll always remember the number 34 because that's population of class, stock of the whole classroom all they did was laugh, yet no one ever felt bad, I finally brushed the Chip off my shoulder than became glad, then sad again, my furry friend and now I have to bury them. Did a stupid thing and that thing was sharp, got sent to Alt school, good vibes I brought, finally 3 weeks over summer is waiting for me. Telling people to follow there passion I became inspirational, now nobody laughing, proved them wrong from the start, hopefully my next girl won't break my heart, ayeeee

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