We colour the world,Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.

Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.

Even in the darkest of years, you remained the light of my life.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

I've learned that the hands that made the light created the darkness, and that no one is good without a good measure of bad.

I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me,AndTurn the lights off.