A hand?

I'm not OK, only the pen and a paper knows the secrets it carries. But they can't bring a solution, it's only a record of my sad life. I dunno when and how to trust. You taught me not everyone will cling forever and you also human. To what extent should you know me so that I'll keep you. How dark should my past be so that you won't get lost in it? I'm afraid you'll leave when I let you read me. I'm afraid I'm not perfect for you but you the pattern I needed to complete my puzzle. If you leaving please spoil all the game so that I won't have the energy to start the puzzle all again. If you staying watch my pace then I'll let you know how far we from, if we manage an empire. You the love of my life but I feel like I lost a life. Everytime you talk of what you want it's opposite of what I got. I'm trynna look perfect but I  feel the torment through out.
I'm lost in my own game plan, cause I dunno how much you can hold. I'm afraid your heart is too fragile to handle the real me. Everytime I'm me around someone I'll watch them fade, and this time it's not you cause I need you forever. My fears and my love for you keep fighting in my brain. The pressure I handle is too much.
I do love you my love. You've been a blessing in my life.  I'm a little bit uncomfortable to tell you the truth, but to be honest, with you I got nothing to loose. I'm lost in questions I can't answer.

Prophecy?

Ever wondered how tomorrow will be?  I mean with this hyped immoral time, every one want to be the best. It'll cost everything to prove how good he or she is gangster, don't care maybe. From trust, love, morals, thoughts, friends, enemies, everything is opposite of what it meant. What will we teach our children??  What's wrong dad? What shouldn't I do to be successful like you? Our biggest enemies are who keep a close look at your life, "(stalkers) that's how we tagged them. I'm too concerned bout you, you never give me space ace I'm always trynna squeeze in and I can't help it. I'm ready to help you at anytime but I'm afraid you might boss up and use my soft spot. The rich are our friends, and we boast how we connected to so and so. Friendship is fake, you my friend when you need something from me. You my friend cause you think I'm smart, handsome and well living. My life ain't at the first lane, and once I'll introduce you to my friends, they better than me maybe. You'll be strong enough to hurl insults. We full of greed and lust. I dunno who to trust! I'm giving up on every single person I trusted after they played checkmate with me cause they had the access.
How will tomorrow be? We the spoilt generation, trynna get attached to every opposite gender we meet. How will I greet my female friends we had intimate with when we meet at the mall??  Keep low-key in front of there husbands and kids. How many will keep low-key with my wife and play dumb of me?
Is it late or we can change. Maybe I'm not loud enough and we just drowning. Our kids won't have prayerful parents, maybe they won't have parents even. We all busy chasing the cheque and forgetting bout humanity.