I do not want to die. Depression just wants me dead. I want to live, that is why I fight it. It is what all the struggles are for: to live.
There are two ways to live with sadness: let it hold you down at night, crawl with you in your bed and envelops you in its warm but dark embrace then let it push you up in the morning as you crawl out of bed and live your life.
She hates her heart for feeling this much. She hates herself for feeling way too much.
You can stand up again.
I lost my words when I lost him.
I know friends are supposed to stay together but sometimes we need to grow apart
You’re never going to see him heal. You’re never going to see how much he’s grown and matured after you left.
I looked around me to look for answers
Falling in love again and again despite all the pain you’ve been through. Relationships end, but the feelings don’t completely die with it.
She’s not happy—
You know it as she stares back at you
with dead eyes filled with
debris of broken stardusts