“Time doesn’t heal all the wounds: it buries them.”

These silent Conversations that I have with myself might just end up killing me in the end.

Attachment of anything is the distraction of everything.

Never change to fit in, our differences is what makes life beautiful.

I was born and reborn continuously, different people draw different me.

The actions I take, reveal the secret I hide.

He has magic in his tears, even the rain envied.

When a true love takes away your peace and emotional well-being, he has nothing left to gain but everything to lose.

Live a life that makes you feel proud when you discuss your past with your children in the future.

Once they show you their true color, paint them grey.

Your fragrance is like a fresh morning after a night of storm & rainfall.

Mental health is a battlefield we go through every day. Some days it looks like the war may be over, and other days we are in the trenches.

I try so hard to cloak my impurity so that I can hide my shadows from everyone around me. I’ll summon this will, and instead, command it to keep myself alive.

It is beautiful to love people in memories rather than love them when they are near.

Loving someone unconditionally is equivalent to unintentionally losing yourself in the game, and the damage you inflict on yourself goes unaffected by your lack of self-awareness and self-realization.

Don’t develop feelings and emotions of extreme sadness in which you become an unconscious responder to a situation that upsets your mindset and disables your emotional well-being.

My original appearance now is impure and that is why I try so hard to hide it from everyone harder than I work on keeping myself alive.

Being heart broken is a sign of strength, it shows you were brave enough to love in the first place.

For God to mend your broken heart you must give him ALL the pieces. You can’t hold any back.

I broke my heart for every gain, to taste the sweet I faced the pain.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

There’s something about heartbreak that makes for great music, but the same could be said for Jägermeister. Hangovers make for great music, too.

Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

I wish I wake up with an empty head and without the dreams that still smell like you.