Whenever I am taking a shower, I hope I get washed away with the water that is so easily going thru the drain...

In hard times a imaginary scissor is your best friend. You need to cut things off. Friends, family, your old self and most importantly: your sadness.

All I can think about when someone asks me how I feel is: “help me before it is to late.” But before my mind can talk my mouth speaks with the words: “I’m doing great! How about you?”

The word emptiness doesn’t even describe what i feel.. because I feel nothing. Not even emptiness.

I am trying to hide the thing I wish someone saw. My sadness.

My soul is rotting... and we all know the rotting process is slow and sometimes painful.

Forgive yourself. Please.

the once so brave kid is now conquered with the word assignment.

I used to be so happy. Now all I can do is make other people happy, While I am drowning in my own tears.

It is so easy to kill ur own happiness. But the sadness... you can’t kill the sadness.

If we spreak up we are complaining. If we say nothing we are unfriendly.

You saw the blue light from my phone and screamed at me that I needed to hand in my phone. But what you didn’t saw where the tears that blue light showed.

Isnt it weird that some people hurt themself, because others hurt them first.

She can be all day the happiest girl in the world, but the second she steps in that bed. The tears start rolling.