In stories of suicide, I’m no sure who plans harder, the one intending to die, or the one who has to survive their loved one’s death.

When on the sunniest days the darkests clouds are seen... show them a friendly smile or share a kind word, that'll help those clouds, to blow on by.

Beneath a heavy moon my heart cries for your return.

After the rains have ebbed my endless love will flow for you.

"Marriage is nothing but the door of hell.

You are in a sorry state if you feel sorry for yourself.

Will I be skinny enough as my bones turn to dust?

You can avoid the rain by finding shelter; you can avoid the cold by wrapping up warm; you can avoid the night by sleeping through it, but some struggles follow you into bed.

Healing is yours.

Here I will be crucified. In a world I was never meant for. A world who knows no truth.