I am Dead

I have died

Yet who am I to say what dying really is. Who am I as a single being of flesh, blood, bones, veins and skin to say what any one thing is.

I’m only 21 and yet I’ve experienced some shit in my life. My father died, buckets of tears that I cried, my pen and my soul show my pride while I write about the deceiving bitches that lied.

I have a new beauty who can easily fix one frown, she knows my dark past when my world was upside down, I can handle the bullshit and my words provide sound, I am no king but I’ll take the crown.

What is life for a misguided soul, a lonely peasant? It’s the same thing I’ve learned, welcome to your only lesson. People will always talk shit no matter what you do in life, that’s just how the world turns.

They think a few smirks and remarks will upset the person who is above them and will shrink them so much that they decrease down to their level. Let them talk, in the end you’re the one with all the success.

So you may call me unworthy, but don’t worry, it’s just a bunch of words that can’t hurt me. Striving for success is the main focus of this mission; just call me the link that others thought went missing.

I will go all out for my family, my friends, and my fans. My story will be epic even if my kids are the only ones I tell it to in the end.

I see the light and the train of life is making a one way trip. I’ll see everybody on the other side, so we can all celebrate together once I finish it.

I am living

I am Alive…

 

I am Alive

I am living

I see the light and the train of life is making a one way trip. I’ll see everybody on the other side, so we can all celebrate together once I finish it.

I will go all out for my family, my friends, and my fans. My story will be epic even if my kids are the only ones I tell it to in the end.

Striving for success is the main focus of this mission; just call me the link that others thought went missing.

So you may call me unworthy, but don’t worry, it’s just a bunch of words that can’t hurt me.

They think a few smirks and remarks will upset the person who is above them and will shrink them so much that they decrease down to their level. Let them talk, in the end you’re the one with all the success.

What is life for a misguided soul, a lonely peasant? It’s the same thing I’ve learned, welcome to your only lesson. People will always talk shit no matter what you do in life, that’s just how the world turns.

I have a new beauty who can easily fix one frown, she knows my dark past when my world was upside down, I can handle the bullshit and my words provide sound, I am no king but I’ll take the crown.

I’m only 21 and yet I’ve experienced some shit in my life. My father died, buckets of tears that I cried, my pen and my soul show my pride while I write about the deceiving bitches that lied.

Yet who am I to say what dying really is. Who am I as a single being of flesh, blood, bones, veins and skin to say what any one thing is.

I have died

I am Dead…