You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.

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.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

If only I could touch what’s broken in me, and tell it: “I’m sorry”.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

‪I am a castle made of sands, a house made of cards, a diamond cut with blood, a ship carved of dreams, sunk beneath a sea of almosts, an orchestra of screams, dying, praying,to no one, in a cathedral of silence.‬

When I was sadI smiledSo everyone thought I was happyAnd smiled backEven if they were sadThey were happy that I was happyEven if we were sad.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.