Everyone knows,
All the Love and hate,
Happies and sad,
Hunger and pain.

But not everyone understands,
A love so vicious,
And a hate so violent.

Not everyone appreciates,
The little things that makes you happy,
And the insignificants that makes you sad.

Not everyone is grateful,
For the hunger you could feel,
And for the pain you have endured.

Not everyone gets it,
To feel so deeply,
And to be yet so empty.