The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.

Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.

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

If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

- Mom, do rich people die like us?
- Yes, they do, sweetie. But not like us.

Don't judge me. You have NO idea what I'm going through.

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.

I wish I could believe in heaven. What a gift it would be to believe I will see you again someday. And what a punishment it is feeling in my heart that I won't.