Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.
I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.
The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.
Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.
I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.
The pen, a double-edged mystery: cuts the writer, heals the reader.
Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?
As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.
Your words were music to me tonight, but you weren't mine to listen to.
You are my favourite part of me.
Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.
You fade slowly till no one sees you disappear.
And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.
We crafted everything that hurt us into art.
I write to create a sky where the moon can touch the sun and not get burned.
Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.
Your eyes see me in ways the mirror never could.
Hearts of gold are heavy.
Promises are born broken, to fix them you keep them..