No, no you don't understand.
What most people fail to realize is that there is more than one type of love. The love I feel for my parents is different from the love I feel for my friends, which isn't anything like the love I feel for the boy who's captured me attention. Even still, I love each of my friends differently. The English language only has one word to label a hundred thousand different feelings. Love is a broad term, and I will use it broadly. Most people would probably say I'm just throwing it around, that I don't actually love the people I'm saying it too, but I do. I love them with all my heart, and there's very little in this world that could ever change that.

Sometimes life can be a little too much to handle, so we turn to someone to help us through the hard times…
But there isn't always someone there to help…
Sometimes we get hurt, and we turn to our friends for comforting words…
But what if they're hurt too…
That's why I'm here, I'll be your friend when no one else seems to care, your warmth when you're cold, your needle and thread when you need to be patched up. I'll stay by your side when you need protection, I'll be there to catch you when you fall, I'll still love you when you're surrounded by hate,
And I expect you to do the same…
I'm here for you,
And I hope you'll be there for me too.
Because you mean the world to me,
And I'll love you forever and
Always

Write me the words
The words of your soul
Show me your heart
Blistered and broken
Sing me the melody
Of your deep and tragic past
Read to me
The emotions that are too hard to express
Try to make me understand
The things you've gone through,
Witnessed,
Relived a hundred thousand times
Then I will know
The depths of your being
And put the pieces back in place
So you can finally be whole again.

I think it's easier for people to feel sympathy for others when their ailments are tangible, physical. We've all felt aches and pains before. It's much harder to find sympathy when another person's sickness is trapped inside their mind. It makes it seem as if they have control over what is going on inside their heads; I can control my thoughts, why can't you?? But it isn't that way at all. It's not really the victim's mind speaking to them, it's the demons that reside in the dark corners of their thoughts, thieves that come to steal away happiness in the middle of the night. They can't control these demons, so they try to let them out by painting their skin red. Even though their emotions have now entered the realm of the physical, most people still don't understand. They don't understand how someone could hate themselves so much that they would run a blade over their own skin in an attempt to right their wrongs. They don't understand that in those moments, the demons are in control. And there's no telling what they will do. Many people cannot wrap their minds around a concept such as this, but I dare you to try. Tear down the walls of your sheltered little life and see if you can survive one night in her hell. I bet you wouldn't. The mind is the most powerful muscle in the body, why can't people understand that it's fated to take the biggest hit??

They say contagious like it's only meant for disease
I try to assure you that when people say parts of you are contagious,
They aren't talking about the broken pieces that you try so hard to bury beneath your skin
Yes, two thirds of the definitions in the dictionary have to do with sickness and tragedy
But two thirds isn't everything
The better third can over power the others,
Just as the sun burns away the rain clouds
And the only thing contagious about you, dear
Is the way you weave your words together in a pattern so elegant it makes my heart stir like never before
And that's what I love you for

I am not my body

I am not the freckles scattered across my face like mismatched constellations
I am not the extra cupcakes that find their way to my thighs
I am not the shade of my eyes nor the hue of my skin
I am not the dark circles that come from lack of sleep
I am not the imperfections that appear on my forehead

I am my soul

I am a sad song on a lonely Saturday night
I am cute movies at midday and romantic comedies at midnight
I am the moon and the sun and the stars and the trees dancing in the wind
I am love and heartbreak, art and music
I am the clothes I wear and the people I associate with
I am the eye of a hurricane

My body is just a fragile house for the memories and dreams that live inside me.
And I refuse to be defined by that in which I reside.

Wind, water, and fire
They all do the same
Blow away the sorrows
Wash away the pain
And burn the slate clean
But I don't think any of these three elements can rid me of my memories of you
Because you are my earth,
And nothing is stronger than that