The lines my pen writes carry me through my roughest times.
Would never see the future I desire. Only Fantasizing about the fewture I desire.
Gotta live more in my present mind.
It’s me, myself and demons I’ve known since I was 5. 
Everyday is a journey of maturity.
A test of my purity. 
I give it up to the most high for reassuring me there’s gotta be much more for me.