Words are meaningless to most,
those who do not truly understand.
Yet they can be just as deceitful to those who look for wisdom and worth.
Those who want others to give them the answers to the questions they cannot find on their own.
And the ones most deceitful are the ones most generic.

What does not **** brings strength. Do you feel stronger?
If you do not succeed, keep trying. Yet insanity is defined by just this.
To have loved and lost. Is it better?
Because when all you do is lose, what is left?
A broken memory, a broken heart, sheer frustration.
And when you cannot succeed, why go mad?
Why let the one you love go, when you should really be fighting for their want to stay.
Because when cheating death leaves you paralyzed, what is the point to lose, to go insane?