I wonder what you see in your eyes
as everything inside you slowly dies
You push away the ones who care
and they won't always be there
You don't see how broken you truly are
The mother I once thought who was bright as a star
Every inch of you has changed in so many ways
You're no longer the mother who used to pray
Ever since I left you that day
your world began to turn grey
You stopped trying to find your way
so you began to fade day by day
You slowly began to fall apart
so much that you can't restart
You show me that you don't care
and that is what hurts me, I swear
You no longer have that warm smile
that used to stretch on for a mile
The mother I once thought who was kind
turned into someone who is completely blind
You hurt others around you, including me
but yet you refuse to let yourself see
I will never understand the things you do
I only know that you have broken my heart in two

Losing people is hurtful.
But finding yourself from it all
makes the pain worthwhile.

Shall I bite my tongue not to hurt anymore
or in the coldest loneliness I will persist
and my aching soul the void will devour
and I'll be forgotten until I no longer exist.

i don't know
what hurts me more
your filthy words
of the mourn galore
or your hearts that grow
apart as the wind blow

i thought I've loved you dearly
too keep you happy
i thought summer's sunshine
won't fade away

but darling I've been so wrong
about you all along
now i am long gone
i am long gone

An angel as pure as gold
once have lived, stories unfold
screams in pain in a silent night
everyday is a struggle for a fight

left the world as if it was the key
drowning on a seemingly endless sea
tried and fought to survive the race
but never knew the ending phase

your smile was the best of all
everyone, including me, would fall
but none of us knew your pain
crying day by day with the rain

i wish you nothing but joy and peace
enjoy the clouds of heaven with bliss
i love you dearly our precious one
rest in His embrace; know that you've won

You light a lighter,
You conjure a flame;
You rub two rocks,
You conjure a flame.
You light a matchstick,
You conjure a flame,
You do it, again and again.
Let me tell you, it's a wicked game.

The satisfaction,
That comes with shaming someone,
Ah! So glorious, right?
Telling a diabetic every pair of jeans fits him tight,
Asking a poorer guy,
If he begs for food all night?
Fun, am I right?
Nope.  WRONG.
Every Asian isn't called Ching Chong,
Every deformed person isn't 'King Kong'
Every Chinese doesn't play Mahjong,
Females can play football,
Black people aren't ***** at all!

Just quit the ****** stereotyping,
Shaming and hurting doesn't make you any king.
Every time you shame,
You conjure a flame.
A flame of hurtfulness and pain.

Thinking about what we used to be.
How you used to make med feel.

                        - Happy, wanted, loved and cared for

Now, all I feel is useless. It feels like you don't care.
I still love you more than words could ever describe.

Grown adults can act
like poor, sad, childish bullies
sat behind a screen.