Against all odds, victory abounds. There's always one out there, who cares.

WOW, so much emotion, it makes me want to walk around the table to the guy who is why I fell apart, fall apart, and will always tear myself apart, because I love him, but he got bored of me(he'll say that's not it, but I saw it), he left me to tear in the thorns of the bed he made for me, to perish in the sadness that he left for only me, to be dying inside because of he, love your poem, don't change it at all,