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.
I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.
Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.
Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?
The pen, a double-edged mystery: cuts the writer, heals the reader.
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.
We crafted everything that hurt us into art.
And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.
Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.
I write to create a sky where the moon can touch the sun and not get burned.
Promises are born broken, to fix them you keep them..
Your eyes see me in ways the mirror never could.
Hearts of gold are heavy.