To Understand.

I will never understand certain things in life.

Like why my brain can barley do division, but yet some people are mathematicians.

Or why we let the color of the sky effect our mood in our daily lives.

Why the cold keeps me inside, but for some people that's where they thrive.

I will never understand, and maybe that okay.

Because I will never understand why I was given away.

I will never understand why God took the only man that made me feel loved, and why I throw myself to any man who claims he's a different one.

I will never understand why I can be having the best day of my life, yet still go home and wanna pick up a knife.

I will never understand why I crave attention, but when I get it I'm constantly trying to prevent it.

I will never understand why I'd do anything for anyone, even when I know they just use me and run.

I will never understand why I know my worth, but accept being treated like dirt.

I crave love, attention, affection. Because my whole life I've felt neglected.

I've always wondered why no one sticks around, and I will never understand what I did wrong.

I will never understand, and maybe that's okay.

Because to understand could break me in even more ways.