Joy is a flower that pain grows best.

A friend will soothe, like a cough drop smooth, Making the symptoms of our condition not so bad. You will soothe me, like a cough drop thick,Making the pain go away while I'm still sick.There's nothing we can do to close our interval,But celebrate your flavor that makes a sore life bearable.

If I told you the few things keeping me alive, Don’t run, don’t laugh, don’t cry.Just forgive me for being soft in life,I am one of those things that die

People carry too many memories on their back and after a while it gets too hard to walk. The poets say you get stronger, but the scientists say that overworking the muscle deteriorates the muscle. There had been sensations Isaac wanted to feel, people to meet, and places to see, but the torture one had to endure to get to any one of those points required three to five suicides.

I tried to go to group counseling, but the lady said they were full and so when I tried a 1-on-1 with a counselor, they didn’t respond to my calls. I tried so many times. It’s already so embarrassing asking for help. And you have to pick up my calls, too. Please, mom. When you don’t pick up the phone, my head goes all over the place and I think you’re dead.

You can always count on tears to tell you what’s true.

I’m no tattoo artist, but I do have a knife.And I’ll cut to the chase and say I use it every night. The first letter of your nameStarts with an “L”So I keep drawing them lowercaseAll over my shell.People ask why I cut myself,I say, “I’m just writing.

I look out and I almost get the point.

If life was a staircase, it'd be made of thornsAnd barefoot we are since the day we're born.