When depression was the sky, you taught me how to fly.

My heart is sick with grenades.

Depression is like a shadow; sometimes invisibly faint, sometimes so dense it smothers out all light.

I can't keep pretending that everything's okay.

There is an end to the tears, but you have to let go of the ones you've held back to find it.

You know, sometimes, I feel like the rain erodes us - bit by bit - until we become nothing but smudges on this paper world...

The pain of losing you is too much.

Razor, wrist. Wrist, razor. Oh aren't you two the sweetest couple!

I thought surviving was a joke until I made it through alive.

Sometimes loneliness can be so crushing. Oh how the absence of something can weigh so heavy on a tired soul.