I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

When your eyes meet mine my silence breaks into poems.

How much hurt looks like art.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

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.

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.