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.