Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.

If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.

I'm slipping into my depression all over again.

Sadness is a better companion than happiness, because it will with you for longer.

You showed me the purest form of bliss in love.

~86,400

Where there is rhythm, there is life.

Woh dost jinko hum dil ke bohut karib rakte hai
Who hi Hume sabse jaada dukh dete hain.
Unhe Pata nahi hota hai ki who kisi ke leye kya mayane
rakte hain
Aur woh unhi ko badi aasani se dukh De dete hain.

Why should I care? If I am already dying...

The thin red lines that marr my skin
They're signs of the battle I fight within.

Everyone wants to be her; the pretty, smart and nice girl, but no one took the time to find the darkness in her heart.