Many days I feel worthless Even more I question my purpose Too much to explain Everyone feels pain Everyone cries their eyes out Has something to talk about I don't need someone to understand Just someone to offer a hand To let me struggle and break down Knowing that I will come back around Because if there's one thing I'm sure of It's that I know how to love But continue to learn every day That there is always a new way
We all struggle, though hardly ever in the same way. We all love, though again, in many different ways. I know how to love but am constantly humbled by the fact that I can learn new ways every day.