Broken Crayons Still Color

Broken crayons still color. Even shattered, they still shine. Even when the

pieces fall, they still leave a mark behind. I choose this pain

I carry, but it's painting something wiser. God whispered through my darkest nights,

"You're broken, but you still inspire." After high school, I lost a

friend I thought was doing fine. Smiling in the pictures, but he was

fighting in his mind. We all said, "Why he do it?"

We ain't understand the grind. The silent demon sitting heavy on a soul that's

losing timing. Back then, I judge it 'cause the pain wasn't mine to