Blessed is the breakdown.

I'm too compassionate.
I lay eyes on the broken and rest being one.
I'm destined to be hated. Such words and people may get me down, yet I don't confuse it with who I am. And contradicting enough, I'm still in search of my identity. Agnostic. I'm a free spirit. A beautiful disaster. I know what it's like
when no one you know and love in your life isn't there when you need them the most. My arms and ears are open to anyone at any day at any time.