Love

You're not weak and with a heart like that, you deserve the world. You deserve rare people, the ones who look into your eyes and discover your soul, who see who you really are but for reasons unknown, it's always the kindest people who get fucked over the hardest. It's always those who look out for other's who get ignored, and taken for granted the most. And that's how you feel, like you're living your life the wrong way because you care too much, you feel too much but it's not you. My God, it's never been you. It's just, most people don't see eye to eye with you, most people haven't been through enough, so they don't understand. Most people only appreciate you before they have you and the moment right after you're gone. It stings, I know, but that's what we were born into; a life where the heart never gets what it wants, a life that's designed to beat you down no matter how much love you spread. And yes, the times are relentless but you have to keep it real with yourself and if loving too much is what you are, then by all means necessary, fuck everyone and keep doing you. You have to believe in the love inside of you even if no one is there to witness it as it blooms.