When depression was the sky, you taught me how to fly.

My heart is sick with grenades.

Depression is like a shadow; sometimes invisibly faint, sometimes so dense it smothers out all light.

I can't keep pretending that everything's okay.

There is an end to the tears, but you have to let go of the ones you've held back to find it.

You know, sometimes, I feel like the rain erodes us - bit by bit - until we become nothing but smudges on this paper world...

The pain of losing you is too much.

Razor, wrist. Wrist, razor. Oh aren't you two the sweetest couple!

Sometimes loneliness can be so crushing. Oh how the absence of something can weigh so heavy on a tired soul.

I only listen to the songs that break my heart.