Hit the bottom and get back up; or hit the bottle and stay down.

We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

Loneliness always eats up time, fills on depression where hands move slow, to reach out for a moment of care.

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

The saddest steak is on the grill, its juices bleeding and sizzling into the fire. Death never tasted so good as a last meal. You once were admired, until she left when you couldn't fit through the door anymore. The mirror last laughs as your skin runs over the edges. One hand feeds time, the other hand scratches the face of the clock, swallowing the past. As the mirror smashes, the piano keys the car, and pieces reflect the thinner you once again.

For some soldiers, there is a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.

No thing, should make you feel like a nothing.