Dear drugs & alcohol ; I want my childhood back.

Depression shouldn't be a fashion statement.

He's not mine, I don't own him. Neither can you, you can't control him.

Tell me something to make me laugh before I cry.

Whenever you wear my sweater you can pretend my arms are holding you.

Are all these thoughts mine?

Even a broken watch will be right twice a day.

How many times are you going to beat her, until she realizes how bad you treat her. How many times is she going to cry, until you realize she wants to die. How much blood will have to fall, until she decides to end it all.

You cannot perfect an imperfect world.

If hugs could make it better, I would hold you forever.