“Darling, let go I promise you will never want to carry that pain again.”

I do not feel ready to plant my roots on this earth without first drinking the water from the rivers of the world.

Darling, look how far you’ve come do you truly believe you are unable to rise from the ashes and grow new wings.

Those places will never be the same they are forever intertwined with the thought of you.

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

I am ready to love the pieces that are weighing me down.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

My mind is entangled in the thought of you.

She wanted someone that could swim to the depths of her ocean and not drown in the intensity of her soul.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I am trying to find a way through this dark forest.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

My insecurities gave you too much power over me/ you were the catalyst to my healing/ but you are not the healer/ I am.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That’s the beginning of social protest.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it.

When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.

I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.