You are beautiful but your soul is empty.
You are in love, but the butterflies are dead.
You can run, but your feet are way too weak,
You are breathing, but you're only alive inside your head.

I’ve grown roots in my bed.
And as my mind and body continues to rot,
I hope something beautiful
Will sprout from the cavity in my chest.

Mental Illness is overrated; the coping remedy is simply mindshifting because everyone has problems.

Those who feel are never felt

I was open and honest about everything and everyone laughed, yelled, or didn't listen, that's why silence makes you uncomfortable

Reality is not what happens to you, but how you react to whatever happens to you.

Every thing about me I don’t like. I’m not depressed I just don’t like the way I look. The day I was born or the shell my soul is in, and I’m at peace with that.

I favour neither light nor darkness: I'm scared of both equally.

I’m not sure that numb is the way to live my life
To let my feelings engulf me and lose that last ray of light

Laughter is medicine for depression.