Sleeping beauty, I'm a mess.
Asleep by my side.
You just shut your eyes.
Dreaming about a life, which hopefully includes mine.
Peaceful and alive, you feed my pride.
I wish you were mine; though I know it's a wish never to be granted,
I'll keep in mind, the pain that your "past" did.
The look on your face as you continue sleeping has me worried.
Why does it seem like you're hurting,
in a place where you shouldn't feel deserted?
You pull up close to me, yet you feel so distant.
What do I gotta do to make you feel existent?
Sleeping Beauty, you wreck me.
Asleep by my side.
You just opened your eyes.

What should you do when even smiling becomes overrated; when feelings are history, and emotions are mysteries?

What should you do when you've loved, and lost, but the pain created by loss, over mastered the love you've received?

What should you do when all you wanna be is yourself, but society declares that girls should look like Barbies and guys should be like Superman?

What should you do when you want to have a face-to-face conversation, but your inner-circle is too busy scrolling down the outer-circle's timeline.?

What should you do when all you want is unity, but racism is ascending faster than a race car on its last lap?

What should you do when you're scared of what tomorrow holds, because of the results and actions of our generation being obsessed with saying "YOLO"?

What should you do when you have everything you've ever wanted, except happiness?

What should you do when you want to live, but all that there's left to do is survive?

Who needs dreams,
when you have your thoughts?
Who needs a good image,
when you can just take shots?
Not just the tequila, or alcohol in general
but also drugs, or bullets..
that could lead to your funeral.

There is a child walking on the street,
by her own, begging for something to eat.
Hundreds are passing by daily,
none paying attention to her, all ignoring little Bailey.

After a long day of begging and pleading,
she lays down in her cardboard mansion, which is not even near pleasing.
Hours go by as she thinks about her life,
no family, no friends, not even some place she could rent.

What does it mean To be loved?
No parents, no siblings; is there really someone above?
She wonders why she had been the one left alone,
seven years, with no one to hold.

Love..does it exist?
Maybe in a husband, a pet, or a kid.
''But who would accept me like this?''
No foster family, no orphanage; I'm just a Misfit.

I can't wait any longer.
I don't understand why you don't just ask?
It's obvious we have chemistry,
I just can't stop thinking about you and me.

Whenever I see you talking to another girl,
my stomach goes bad, making me hurl.
I like the way I am around you,
I hope you feel the same way too.

But then when I think it through,
there's no reason for you to say "I Love You"
I'm not half as cute as the girls you like or date,
not beautiful, not blonde, not Helen or Kate.

You tell me that I'm beautiful,
I don't believe you, but you see me through.
I can't wait for you forever,
hoping, expecting, praying you'll be mine.
ever.

Those moments when you're so confused,
not knowing what to think.
Stuck going No where.
Miles and miles away from somewhere.
Yours, Mine, Ours, all you can think about is
how there might not be a tomorrow.
Numb and Empty. So much Pain. So much.
Plenty.

She was alone. No one to hold her.
Her friends thought she was happy,
Why? Because that's what she told them.

looking...searching for something real.

"I'm fine." "I'm okay."
Is all she would say.
Faking a smile and moving on every single day.
No one knew. She had everyone fooled.

looking...fighting off demons.

No one knew what she felt, or what she thought,
or what she did when coming home, and the memories she fought.
No one knew what was happening behind the scenes of this Angels' smile.

looking...seeking for a hero.

She thought that she was useless,
that there's nothing to her, no point to stay alive.
Little did she know that the hero she was looking for, was on his way.

looking...finding a hero.

Until this one day, she thought She needed someone.
Until this day, when he walked up to her and
told her that she is His hero.

looking...loving a hero..loving herself.

Full of doubt, she asked "Why?"
"Because of who you are" he answered,
"All you have to do is find yourself, your true self."
"Because when you do so , I'm certain that you'll be able to see you,
the way others see you, the way I see you; My hero."
"My hero in disguise."

I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write for fun, I write for therapy
I write because It's all I might ever be.

My writings are my thoughts.
Some lovely, some scarring.
With a pencil in my hand and paper in front of me,
writing away the monsters is the only way I can be saved,
at least for a little while, saved from reality.

I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad.
Like that, I will keep on writing, non-stop,
till I'm dead.

Bruised and broken
Lost and confused
Painful memories
Loved yet misused

Kicked to the curb
Pushed aside
Pulled by the hair
No one who cares

A life lived in pain
Running away
Alone into the forest
Suicide in Pouring Rain.

What if all of a sudden your heart stops beating.
What if suddenly you're not breathing.
Have you lived the way you wanted to?
Have you done the things you had to do?

What if all of a sudden you're not here.
What if suddenly you disappear.
Will you pass as a legend, or a flop?
Were you a complete disaster, or were you on your way to the top?

What if all of a sudden you leave.
What if suddenly you leave everyone in grieve.
Will they remember you as a wonderful person to be around,
or as a depressed, wounded person who didn't make a sound?

What if all of a sudden you're gone.
What if suddenly everyone carries on.
What if everyone you once loved forgets who you were.
What if all they remember of you is just a blur.

Theres a beauty in a baby, who just opens her eyes and looks up at her mom and gives her this little beautiful smile, lighting up her moms world.

There's a beauty in a little girl who, every time she falls, she gets up, shakes it off, runs to her mom, gives her a big hug and continues doing what she was doing.

There's a beauty in a teenage lady who struggles with puberty; school, broken hearts, insecurity and even pimples, a lady who knows that throughout everything her mom will be there to listen to everything she has to say.

There's a beauty in an adult woman whose confidence comes from experiences;
unemployment, pregnancy, sickness but still calls and visits her mom everyday.

There's a beauty in a Mother, a mom, a blessing.
One who knows exactly when, why and where she has to be when her child is hurt.
One who knows how to love her husband through his stubbornness.
One who trusts The Lord with all her heart.
A woman who can fall, pick herself up, and move on.
A person whom I'll always be able to go to and say "I love you" and be 100% sure that even though she jokes that she doesn't, in her heart she does.

there is a path.
a path that will lead us
to a place where we can
find peace and happiness.
there is a path.
a path full of fear and pain.
hurdles we have to overcome
to reach a miraculous goal.

there is a path.
a path that could lead you
to a place where you can
find war and sadness.
there is a path.
a shorter and easier path.
a path that doesn't require
much effort to pass and
reach a somber end.

there are two paths.
two varying paths
that will lead you to
different finish lines.

there are two paths.
it's you who decides
which one you'll
follow.

monsters.
no matter how fast i run
no matter what i try
i can't outrun them.

i can hear them.
i can feel them.
i see them everywhere.
i can pretty much taste them
as they creep into my dreams.

i try to fight them
but they seem to have found a strength.
a way to punish me.
for what? I don't know.

my enemies, my demons
are between my ears.
my thoughts.

You said you'd be there for me,
you said you'd never leave.
I thought you were the one for me,
I thought you'd stay.

You said you'd love me forever,
bad decisions were made.
now I'm stuck with "whatever".

You said you'd take care of me
that you'd be here during ups and downs.
I thought you'd take care of me,
I thought I mattered.

You were there during days of sunshine
but it started raining
and now you're gone.
I figured you'd be my shelter,
I figured you as my protector.

You said we'd conquer the world together,
yet I'm facing monsters
and you don't care
whatsoever.

She won't believe it,
no matter how many times
he tells her she's beautiful.

She won't believe it,
no matter how may times
he tells her she's worth it.

She won't believe it,
no matter how many times
he tells her she's perfect.

No matter how hard
he tries to make her believe in herself,
she won't give in.