How can the universe give power to a human who's so willing to strip away the light that a soul can possess. 

I don't understand the universe's plan

What was the point of a plan that shatters someone's heart so hard that metaphors can't encapsulate the feeling? 

How can someone's divine timing be them finding love and mine be sitting in a bathtub feeling water run over what was once porcelain and pure, staring into the tiles while my cruel mind wont stop making my tragedy a motion picture that i can see, hear and feel. 

Everyone says you're not alone but sometimes that's what you have to be

Locking yourself up just to talk to the stars because they're the only unbiased opinion that you can get

The universe may never have a plan for those who've been taken advantage of, but it somehow works in the favor of the one who is willing to make someone not believe in the power of the universe.