Money Issues

My question is when did money become an issue instead of just a problem? Everyone should understand the difference but just in case you don't, a problem affects a number of people. An issue affects the majority and becomes a big deal. Hate to admit it, we're the majority. If you work, that's great. If you're getting money on the side, that's fine. If you're doing little favors here and there just to keep money in your pocket, you're doing what you can to get by. But is it enough? Most of us overwork ourselves in order to reach in our pockets or wallet and not pull out the pocket itself. It comes to the point that when we say "we're saving", actually means "we're breaking into our emergency funds." How is it we can save and save and save...and still find it hard to make ends meet? The majority of us are able to cover up how frustrated we are by smiling and acting as if everything's fine. We hold our composure to not show others that we are having money issues and how we're constantly thinking: Do I have enough money to...buy a metro, get some food, go out and take a break, going to the barber/salon, laundry or just to get something for myself? I can tell you, I'm one of those people. Are you?

Have A Clue of What's Being Said?

You wanna wrap up who you are into what you see. But what if the majority of the time, you don't know who you are.

You're keeping yourself from looking back because... who you were... is now too far

Living in a world full of battles and cries

Sin after sin reading what's hidden within those eyes

Becoming 2 deep makes it hard 2 pull away half the time

Falling six feet under these impressionable minds

One step forward two step taken back full of lies

Jeopardizing what's seen into these unbreakable ties

You can't go from here to where you wanna go without bumping your head a few times

Open Up

Everyone puts their life on the line.
But they dont understand why I dont open up.
Im living my life one lie at a time.
And sadly regretting the pain thats cutting me up.
Im taking everything I feel n sewing it inside me.
Slowly healing the scars, becoming ok again.
But am I really? Or am I jus delusional of what I see?
The words arent coming out, but Im not asking for a hand.
So instead of crying, my smile is hiding what I do.
Instead of staying, brushing the coldness off my heart.
Instead of telling how I am, I quickly react to turn the conversation on you.
But can I really keep up this game for long without it breaking me apart?
The issue isnt me opening up, but the way youll handle it, is.
Im keeping my thoughts n my emotions out of this.
But to tell the truth this is one turn that I couldnt help but miss.
Am I hurting you? Well, Im sorry. Ive been hurt for years.
But it isnt fair for me to bring you down with tears.
It becomes something you get use to n becomes harder to resist.
When, in fact, all it is is jus a long hurtful memory on my questioning list.
Accepting help, to me, doesnt exist.
Like I said, Im already use to this.
Hi, My name is Jazmine. Im losing my mind to an unfit life.
Im emotionally scared to what life is. And keeping my words locked inside.
Half the night, Ive wasted in sighs.
Then, wake up to choosing whats right.
Why cant I open up, to release all my tough times?
Because my words; have nothing between those lines.
This is life right now; it doesnt wait for you to get back on your feet.
No disappointments. Well, to myself.
So the things I feel are being covered up by an invisible sheet.
This is what I am. This is what I do.
So can you please let me breathe, n move on with n focus on you.

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When a person draws or writes, they can have the tendency to lose themselves into their work. When I draw, I feel like I'm just letting go whatever emotion I'm going through. I draw for fun because it's a way of letting go without actually using words but through different drawings. I feel the same way when it comes to writing my thoughts on paper. I can be really upset, sad, bored and past the point of being fed up and let my emotions flow right out of me. When I see the finish product, I always seem to ask the same question, "Did I really come up with that?" This is how I let go...