A while back a friend asked me a good question:
What is the best compliment you've ever received?

Now while we can't answer philosophy without poetry my answer really wasn't that hard.

You see I was asked this question by an amazing lady in a letter,

I was all to happy to see the letter end with

Love, Gabby.

So my reply was simple.

The best compliment I can receive is that of love.

Whenever a friend tells me they love me, whether that's my brother by birth
Or my brothers and sisters by bond,
It's the best compliment anyone can give me.

Without my friends love I would not be alive today.

I've written a thousand stanzas protesting suicide and a thousand more against self harm,

I've written love poems to death and refuted them with disgust,

I've penned down quatrains with the blood of self hate and the tears of depression,

But I wrote them down because I was alive to do so.

Without the compliment of my friends love

The only writing done would be that of crooked tally marks on the inside of my coffin.