“My ears have started cringing with the amount of whining he does, it leads to my depression.”

Smile and let the one whose existence sparks you, be the generator of your precious curving of the mouth.

You make my life meaningful, she smiled at the woman looking at her in the mirror.

Her delicate shoulders held mountains of pressure but her soul was far more strong than the depth-filled ocean.

Health is a wealth that is irreplaceable and we only realize its value when it starts failing.

She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.

Looking at her, you would feel she was a porcelain doll with eyes full of fire and flames of life, that washed her away from the air bubbles of uncertainty.

If you look at her she is plain and white, blink your eyes and look again, she is filled with every color of this universe embedded in simplicity.

She has a bunny, that sleeps on her palm, he wished it was his hand in her palm instead.

Her veins are filled with the ink that writes onto the paper of her life and canvas.

She kneeled in front of him and drank away the teardrops, that was the power she held with her healing aura.

She is the lighthouse that guards the ship, the shore, the sea of his life, without her, there is no him.

Her end was her beginning, and her every new start was the end to her old version.

She wanted him to touch her velvety plush and blossom core, till she moans out words of prose and poetry.

Her thunders, storms, lightning, are destructive or life-giving but it all depends on who is standing in front of her.

She wish to read the minds of those who smiled wickedly at her, let her be the wolf to devour madness.

She is a woman, with softness in her smiles and pores but a steel firm core that is an epitome of strength.

If you don’t set the tone for the day, negative thoughts will set them for you.

Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?

I really do wish people could understand me some day.

If I am not good to myself, how can I expect anyone else to be good to me?

I never thought that it would hit this hard.

His Word will prevail over sickness, prevail over addictions, prevail over fear and depression.

If you’re that depressed, reach out to someone. And remember, suicide is a permanent solution, to a temporary problem.

Depression is very different.