She has friends
A lot of friends
Yet she feels alone

She knows them
But they don't know her
Not any of them


Its such a despair -
A tragedy I plead
The one who has loved
Is always neglected indeed

We are all diferent people with different though
But in point of our lifes
We all suffer through staff that makes us strong, make us equals

I care, too much, about people who always care too little
I accept more than I can take and I’m running out of fuel
They say your body is a temple, but all I seem to do is dismantle myself and give away the pieces.
I have ripped my own soul apart in attempts to mend the souls of others
I am broken, and I only have myself to blame.
I wanted to love everybody
I wanted everybody to love themselves
And I never stopped to wonder if I fully loved myself.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Love is not finding someone without flaw.

Everyone is flawed. Its human nature.

Love is knowing your someones flaw and choosing to accept it.

Because living with the flaw is intrinsically better than living without that person.

This is life.

This is love.