Too many people are fighting battles you cannot look up in history books. Don’t blame them if it made them sick at some point.

You have to realize that change won’t happen to those who got used to hurting you and getting away with it every time.

You’re slowly dying trying to find peace somehow.

In my head, this world is so much more beautiful. If you ever catch me daydream, please, don’t wake me up.

For the past years I was so good at hiding my pain that it went ignored.

I still cannot tell our story without crying.

Please understand that you don’t always have to make jokes about your sadness. You are allowed to suffer, too.

My heart is dead, my soul is gone, my veins are filled with drugs and my brain has lost its mind.

In the end, we always know better, don’t we?