It is better to hate yourself for being you, Then not knowing who you are to hate

If I were to tell you that I hate you it would only be to make you happy

To have seen nothing of the world and know little is much lesser a sin to have seen the whole world and know nothing

Hell hides within your eyes
And heaven within your smile

Even Angels Have Itches Only The Devil Can Scratch

There are none as blind
As those who will not see

You do not always need sunlight in order to find your way.

No matter how many fires I start
It just keeps getting darker
The rain has begun
And I fear it will soon wash me away

You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isnt really your home anymore. The ideal home is gone. Maybe its all family related, a group of people all missing the same imaginary place

Things will never be alright
Kids will fall into the footsteps of their fathers
And one day morning will never come