I was always told when I was younger,
that sticks and stones may break my bones,
but names would never hurt me.
Bones will heal,
bruises will subside
and cuts will mend.
They never told me that the names would stay with me.
Lonely is different
Lonely is bad
Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe,
no ones perfect but that doesn't mean you're not perfect for me
written by a dear friend
To see in you,
What they can not see
Because at the end of it all,we choose to see what we want to see in everyone.