And they never realized...

A beautiful girl in her late teens , 

Often during conversations she's lost in her day dreams. 

Her eyes, 

Sparkling gorgeous.

Her heart, 

Only good deeds did it posses. 

Every morning when she woke up, she'd pray, 

Never did she utter her troubles, 

Nor an informal word to anyone did she say.

Kind thoughts and good acts were the only ingredients of her extraordinary days. 

Nothing seemed wrong, 

Her life seemed like a happy song.

No matter what, she was always ready to compromise, 

And all these sacrifices?

She'd never advertise. 

Little did she know, 

That she was never going to be rewarded ?

Little did she know ? 

That people are professional actors in this worlds big fake show? 

Oh, I wish she knew, 

How she was being used, 

Oh, I wish she knew, 

That she was sacrificing for the wrong crew. 

Oh, I wish, 

I wish she didn't have to go through it, 

She never deserved this.

Her selfless efforts to make others happy, 

Her dreams, that were only about how to make others life a beautiful bliss. 

Merely resulted in pain and dark gloomy days that she couldn't resist. 

Why?

Wondered the world. 

What? 

Asked the world had she done so wrong that an unbearable pain she had to suffer? 

Never did they realize, 

That they were the ones who always criticized.

Never did they realize, 

That there harsh words were the sole reason behind why she cries.

Never did they realize, 

That the answers to their questions were within themselves , 

And it shouldn't have caught them by surprise. 

Never did they, 

Never will they, 

Realize, 

That because of them, 

A beautiful girl often dies. 

The Traveller.

What are you searching for , oh dear traveller ? 

Something that you've lost? 

Or Something that you thought was yours? 

You've traveled about a number of hearts , 

And yet, haven't found the one with whom you'd wish to last, 

You've dived too deep into souls but found no future to forecast. 

And now you are tired, 

Though you aren't giving up on searching for what you've desired , 

Your friends, family , all for this act of yours do admire. 

They often pray That you may find the one , 

And forever will you be happy and have fun. 

"Una Vida Triste Con Esperanza".

This is way too hard for me, 

Way harder than I thought it would ever be, 

Be it a good day , 

Or be it the worse, 

It doesn't matter anymore . 

Ask me why? 

Its all because my happiness is on fire now. 

Gone are the days when I was truly happy,

This life of mine consists of events that often make me unhappy. 

Every day, every hour, every minute, I'd try , 

Just to hold my tears back, 

But it just wouldn't happen and I'd go somewhere dark and start to cry. 

I really néed to know why I am never satisfied. 

What is it that my life lacks?

Will I never be happy? 

Is my life never going to change ? 

Just the thought of it is so, so, very sickening , 

It makes me more than afraid to imagine a future in which a sad , lonely life I'll be living. 

Do happy ever afters exist only in fairy tales ?

Will I never be able to see days where I am surrounded by joy ? 

There has to be a story behind these dark gloomy days, 

Some mystery ought to exist, 

The Sun will shine , that's what they all say, 

Your life would be fantastic , just wait for some more days.

They asked me to believe those " oh so fake hopes" , 

I am no fool, 

Nor am I a kid anymore, 

I understand, and I do know, how tragic life now is.

But this weak heart of mine, does believe, yes, it still hopes that some miracle will change all this.

Fate As It Is.

I am sick ,

And my disease is slowly killing me .

I can't any longer pretend that it's not going to be the end of me. 

All my life I've dreamed of a life full of happiness ,

I possessed some big dreams ,

Now they all seem shattered into thousands of pieces .

Could someone in any way fix the misery sheets ? 

Every night with tears, my eyes bleed.

Deep down , I bear no strength at all

The last time I was happy, never can I recall. 

I still remember the day I got to know how my life would end,

I was crushed beneath the forced smile and told the world that I could fight and I have the required strength.

I promised my soul that Id make each day worthwhile ,

I accepted my fate though it was hard to comprehend.

Every morning I'd set of on a new adventure just to find a reason to smile . 

But now I am growing weak,

I don't even seem to have enough energy to speak. 

El amor , said the love of my life, 

El amor, would you be my wife?

I said I am dying, I can't give you all that you desire, 

El amor , he said, we are meant to be together, if not now then maybe in the world afterlife .

El amor , your love is all that I require.

How could I ever say no? 

I am to die soon does he not know? 

If only some more years from lord I could borrow, 

Sad it is , that I can't do so, my life has to end and he'll be the one to face the worst sorrow. 

I said el amor, yes. 

And the next thing I hear is when I am in heaven, 

Rest in peace , I heard him address.

Found none to blame.

And then I found none to blame, 

Hurt and broke I realized it was me who played the wrong game , 

Undoubtedly, I did it all for fame , 

It was luxury in the beginning, 

On everyone's tongue was my name.

I was the star that brightly shone,

Them people did once wish to see me, 

I was one big brat celebrity , 

I had a home in the L.A city , 

All my fake friends thought I was witty,

Never had time for my family that was so perfect and pretty . 

Now do I realize , 

After so many tears shed by my eyes, 

How precious was time , 

Friends and family never criticize , 

So into me I was for Years and years, 

So shallow I had become that I possessed no fears . 

Now do I realize , 

After loosing the real deal , 

How my mom waited for me every night and cooked my favorite meal ,

Now do I realize , 

How my siblings thought of me as their role model , 

But I'd care 'bout nothing but me and mine beer bottle.

Now do I realize , 

After they are all gone , 

They were the brightest spotlights that made me shine.

Now do I realize , 

After they are all gone , 

None will I find to blame ,

It was me who played the wrong game .

It was me crazy for fame.

Now do I realize, 

I've long lost the best prize. 

Now do I realize.

God's Help.

Worst incident, was it ? 

Complete tragedy or misery ? 

Or was it the most Horrible nightmare you've ever seen.

But now when you think of it , 

You know , 

You made it through. 

Though you had no idea about what you should do ,

And yet you over came the problems all by yourself, 

Though you couldn't find anyone to help or give you a clue .

What, why , how, and so many other such questions arose every now and then. 

You prayed day and night, 

You felt as though you had no more strength to fight , 

Every single day when you woke up you called for God to help, 

Just when you almost gave up, 

A pretty little angel had come to you, 

Such a fairy tale did it seem then. 

Happy and excited like a 5 year old , 

Forget all your problems the fairy told, 

Stand up for yourself and have enough strength to fight for your own.

For the first time after ages your heart had felt so light,

You looked up at the sky and smiled.

Knelt down on your knees and to God you thanked, 

How blessed you had felt that for your help THE ALMIGHTY had an angel sent. 

With Confidence regained and faith reassured , 

On your own with a smile all the problems you had then dealt .

Like Kings , Like Queens.

Like kings, like queens.

You want to live like they had been.

Never realised what life means,

Never realised what happiness is.

Underestimating others?

Is that all what you've done for so long?

Want to live a perfect life?

Is that all what crave for?

You've got a beautiful face,

Doesn't mean you can't give others a place,

You have no idea, that someday you might lose this race,

Time will change and others will raise their glass of fame,

They will make you lose every game.

You only think about yourself, your hearts' so tiny,

Just like a tiny gold fish.

Like kings, like queens,

You want to live like they had been.

Your tounge only blabbers mean,

Your brain thinks no clean.

What do you live for?

Bruising...hurting everyone, for the sake of glory,

You aren't making a good story.

Someday, people will realise your reality,

And soon they will hit you ugly.

Someday people will realise what you talk behind their backs,

Oh no, then you will have your bones cracked.

They will show you good and tell you that a good heart is what you lack.

Like kings, like queens,

You want to live like they had been.