It’s the story of life and about God’s son.
It’s the Holy Scripture that I base my life on.
Quoting it daily, but reading it once a year.
Going to church every Sunday, but I'm still filled with fear.
Ego and ignorance clouds up my soul-
Not thinking about the future and what it’ll unfold
Anger fills me, but it’s the joy I resisted.
How would this world be if would of never existed
Money in my pocket
But no one to spend it on
Just expensive clothes and new game add-ons
Nothing to do but text and watch Netflix
Chillin’ with the older sis watching “Chick-Flicks”  
I’m just a kid trying to grow up too fast
Acting like my life is part of a show and I’m in the cast
I’m like a baby-
Trying to develop in two weeks
But I die because I'm too weak
I’m living past; I’m scared of proceeding
My heart is a flow of emotions with infinite bleeding

He
drank
ceaselessly
thinking
he
could
find
space
for
her
at
the
bottom
of
a
glass
bottle
.

trying to love you without seeing you
is like catching the wind in my hands

holding out hope that you'll love me one day
is like pinning a wave to the sand

On days like these the sun refused to shine because of people like me. We would rain eternally on the inside trying to wash away the disloyalty and sadness. We walked on shards of glass to prove that we were indestructable, however, we are just as delicate as the very bottle itself.