Standing alone is better than standing with those who don't believe in you. 

I didn't fight because I hated what was in front of me, I fought because I loved what I left behind. 

I had a rough day. Which turned into a rough night, a rough tomorrow, a rough life. But I still got up. Every damn day. Because the sun did too. 

They say practice makes perfect
And you've been smart
But you've got hating yourself 
Right down to an art
It's now just a step
In your morning routine
To glance in the mirror
And not like what you've seen
The voice in your head lies
But it won't let you know
You gave up on ignoring it
A long time ago
Flowers in a vase
Kept guard by your bed
Yet you still see their beauty
Though their petals are dead
If they were a person
They'd hate themselves too
But they'd always be loved 
By someone like you
And though your petals are wilted
And you think no-one knows
You're only counting your thorns 
While the world sees your rose