May you never experience the loss a mother's love
May you never feel isolated and left alone in this world
For you are loved and cared for.
May you never feel as though the world is pinning you to the ground
Wishing you would die.
May you never feel the darkness consume the last bit of light in you
May you never need to hurt yourself to feel less of tearful ache
May you find the happiness you deserve
And may you find the love that will finally put you at ease..
To the lost and to the people struggling
I believe we are entitled to certain things
To be loved the way we choose to love
And to be treasured the way we treasure people
But despite such, Cruelty in the world prevails
Hate overwhelms love
Selfishness triumphs above all else
Maybe it was given to us that way
But Its up to us to change that..
This was written when me and my mom argued about entitlement how I didn't deserve many things and still acquired them.
I have lived a life
Where I found love
That I deserved
A Love that I thought Would last
Till the Ends of time
And A Love
That I didn't think I needed
Now I seek to find love
That would Fight its way
Lived to see the day
Laughed most of the way
Loved at the end of the night
Flying loosely like a kite
But at the end of those days
I have lost most of my ways
I have loved to the fullest
But killed myself with such bullets
Smiles all the way
Sorrow at the end of the day
You deserve the stars my love.
When the world can only gives you street lights
You deserve all the glory
When the world only gives you praises
You deserve happiness
When the world gives hell on earth to you
You deserve love
When the world only knows hatred
You deserve everything that is Good.
To the people, who have given up on life..
You were everything I imagined
To the point I lost reasons to be saddened
You were the person in my dreams
That broke down all the seams
When I was broken and lost
You brought me out and loved me the most
When I was down
You dealt with the frown
I love you in any given day
And for that I will say
You made me Happier that I could ever imagine
And forever I wish for our fates intertwining
What keeps you up at night little one?
Is it the silence of the night?
Or is it the rush of voices?
Trying to fight there way out?
What makes you uneasy young one?
Is it the questions left unanswered?
Or the Sadness left by the day?
Maybe its something or maybe nothing.
So what keeps you awake young one?