A severe depressive episode is like a black hole of nothingness into which all my thoughts, energy, reasoning, God, relationships, love and hope get sucked into...losing their power to influence. They are sucked dry and left distorted and dismantled...

The day after a dark depressive episode is the sweetest...my gratitude that the darkness is passing creates an exaggerated sense of relief. I mistakenly equate this feeling with happiness and I willingly savor the illusion until it comes crashing down.

It seems as if my rope has come to its end.... Sad thing is.... I'm ready for my end more now than I ever was before.

When I look at him, he's happy still. He looks same with her like he looked with me. But our love finished soon, they're will too. I have a chance again to proove my love even tho I'll be broken again.

A poet doesn't die when his life ends. They die when they have no more words to impart to the world.

It hurts knowing that every time i need you....you just disappear without a second look back... why do you not care dad?

I don't care anymore, I'm letting everything go.
I give up, life! I surrender to death, I'm too tired for this anymore.... I'm just ready to die

"The louder silence becomes
the weaker the light in her eyes
the longer her skin doesn't have warmth
the smaller her heart is in size..." -The Girl Inside of Me, Malazjha

You weren't there, you never were, you want it all, but that's not fair, i gave you life, i gave my all, you weren't there, you let me fall.

Sometimes i wish i was a white crayon , so then no one would use me .