“Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.”

I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.

Don’t be afraid of the heat, it’s just the fire blazing inside my heart. I can warm up the room and thaw away at the bitter and cold parts of you.

I’m not meant to be your midnight secret, I deserve to be loved in the daylight.

Rejection is a hard pill to swallow but as soon as you get past the lump in your throat you’ll be able to breathe again.

Society tells you to leave when somebody treats you badly but its so much harder than it seems.

I was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.

I won’t be like Snow White and wait around for some guy. Prince charming’s kiss isn’t the only thing that makes me feel alive.

I knew my healing had purpose when songs that used to remind me of you didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore.

I am a force of nature. I command an audience by just my mere presence.

He played with my heart strings and turned them into a song I can’t get out of my head.

Throughout my lifetime I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there’s almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

I am not the man I used to be.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I’ve come too far, and I don’t know how to get back.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

Depression is the absence of hope.