The Darkest Prism

Been this way since my birth. Mind full of games, deceit, questioning my worth. Perhaps the angel that I seek can answer. Those things that don’t exist or matter. Never contemplated my existence. But if I disappeared, I’d be missed then. Under the microscope of scutiny. From the people who love me; like family. So…

Something you should know

In the recess of my mind When I’m sure that you are gone. I feel there’s more that you should know. I’m inclined to receive love, love I’ll always give. In short…you’re the reason that I live. When your body’s calling mine, aches to be by my side. Just know you’re always on my mind….