"tell me about your heart
how it stole breath from my lungs
  and still warmed my veins."

"are just angels who want go home."

I ruined so many things (for myself and those around me) that could've been amazing because I was sad.

"when one has to deny their own feelings just to make everyone else comfortable."

"wasn't you, it was myself."

"They say that the hours between 12 am and 6 am have a funny habit of making you feel like you're either on top of the world, or under it."

"....replays
                ......what the heart can't delete."

she knew him the same way a ghost knows its shadow.

"If you had cancer, would you yell at yourself for having cancer?"
                                                                                                     "No."
"Then why are you yelling at yourself for being depressed? Be gentle with yourself."

in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

"I've taught myself to talk to everyone in their own language. I just need someone to talk to me in mine."

"....between two people is misunderstanding."

"But the problem is, even if i could go back,
                                                     I wouldn't belong there anymore."

"She wasn't just talking about her hair when she said she cut off her dead ends for growth."

Trust is a very fragile thing
                                                  inside of me
And you're mindlessly throwing rocks at it
                                                                   and it's broken, so broken
With sharp edges, that cut right in my heart
                                                     I'm drowning in my own blood          
And you keep throwing.

and I hate how you made me question myself when the problem was you all along.

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.

Darling, I may be the musical star of the universe
but that doesn't make me happy.
Don't you know that a star's light shines the brightest when it's starting to collapse?

"I had a good day,
I laughed,
the sun was shining
and I was fine.
Until someone came and reminded me
why I was so sad. I realized I wasn't happy,
I was just distracted from my sadness."

I am not obligated to explain my past and my abuse to you.
I am not obligated to tell you anything regarding my feelings.
And you are not obligated to know.

It's funny that when I think about suicide
I don't think about the pain
I think about what society might think afterwards

Because of all of you she hated the girl in the mirror
Eventually she ate herself like a cannibal, only prettier

(ex) those who condition you to believe the problem isn't the abuse itself, but instead your reactions to their abuse.

I hate the fact that I need so much reassurance; for example, things could be going perfectly fine but there's always a part of me that believes that it's all a lie.

The cigarettes you light one after another won't help you forget her.

I hate hearing something that absolutely kills you inside
and having to act like you don't care.