Spiritually Dead

Some situations make me happy; some people make me sad;
For those who don’t know me, I am a girl, who’s a little mad;
For things that I like and people that I love, you usually find me glad;
But I can’t do wrong to anyone, for I hate people who are bad.

Smile was synonymous to me but now there are only tears that I can shed;
I started on a straight path, but I have sincere doubts on being misled;
I have lost something important, something that I never knew I had;
As usual, I let go for the greater good but it is destiny that I dread.

“It was never supposed to be yours” an old saying flashes from the books that I had read;
I close my eyes, I pull up myself and I sleep thinking on my bed:
“You come to earth to live and share, then why do you fight for pieces of bread,
You hate, you are jealous, and you turn so evil, that you don’t mind few drops of red,
You forget that love is eternal and it is not something that would disappear with death,
It’s rather when you turn away from love, only then you become spiritually dead-2”