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

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

Don't change for anyone because if you're you trying to be someone else you're just wasting the beautiful person you are

There are none as blind
As those who will not see

Hell hides within your eyes
And heaven within your smile

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

This skin is not my own
But a blanket I have wove
A untruth I have long been lost in
A lie that I have told

"The path to paradise begins in hell." - Dante

I have never been home