I suffocated myself with the words I didn't say.

Depression?
It's like a vacuum in your soul
Where you can't breathe.

Depression?
It's like disguising yourself as a daydream
When the nightmare is inside you.

Depression?
Is when you fall into the depths of your fears
And never be able to crawl out of it.

Depression?
Is repeating, every single day:
"I am fine."

Little things
Are missed
The most

"You are so deep in your thoughts you could die drowned by them."

Pictures show us that, at least for some time, everything was perfect.

I close my eyes
Fall asleep
Oh, so blurred. What is this?
This is a butterfly
Exploding
Sparkles
Taking me to paradise.

This path here, so neat
Like there is nothing that could stop me to reach my wishes
I walk, walk, walk
And all I see is this beautiful world that my mind built up for me.

The grass is so green
Exhaling this comforting perfume
The wind passing through me
Taking me
To the castle
To my wishes

Oh, but what about that man?
What if it's a wicked one?
Oh, no miss! -- He said -- I want to help you. We must fulfill your wishes!
And here I go with this old good man
To the castle
To my wishes

And there it comes another butterfly
Exploding
Happiness
Sparkling
Around me
I can fly!

Everything became so easy
Oh, wishes
Now you are so close!

But once my fingers curled up into fists
But once I was so close to knock at the door
Everything became so blurred again
The old man looked at me
Oh, my dear. Did you forget this is all just magic?

I am back home
Lied in my bed
To reality
The tragic reality

I am here.
For them.
Only for them.
And I promise
that even though I am broken,
I will grab all my pieces
to heal them.
Even though there will be nothing left of me.

The brightest smiles went through the darkest times.

Your
Smile
Make flowers
Bloom

(and I bet there is
that someone
that makes
your flowers
bloom)

"People nowadays only see with their eyes. That is why they are so easy to be fooled."

I will put you up
High
High up the sky
So when you fall
You will fall hard.

Have you ever felt like
nothing matters to you anymore?
It's like
from inside
you're already dead.

But isn't it interesting
how a melody,
how instruments,
how only the sound of a voice
singing for you
can fill you
with so many emotions?

I can't talk right now.
I am too busy.
Trying to **** my enemy
called sadness
to see life as how I used to:
colorful.