Its like it's all there in my smiles and my tears.

And at the age of 16 she'll overdose,spend 4 days in a comma and you won't know if she will live or die but when she wakes up she will be given the opportunity to get clean. She'll become a different person,a better person. Here is the toughest part,nomatter what you say or do or wish,the decision will be all hers. And all you can do is hope that she gives herself the chance that she deserves.

The demons want me to play with them.

Someone once asked me "why do you always insist on taking the hard road?"
I replied "why do you assume I saw two roads? "

And in the silence they begin to linger,they touch me. They speak of death,they speak of silence,they speak of peace,they speak of blades and pills and guns,they speak of melancholy,they speak of love and hatred,they whisper words of chaos and I , I smile.

I’ve seen a baby cry, seconds later it laughs. Beauty of life: Pain never last.
-J.Cole.

Ain't nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go
Put away my pride
Tired of feeling low
Even when I am high
Ain't nowhere to live
Do I wanna die I don't know

How are things?
Just your average teenage melodrama

Too young to burn.
Too young,Too young.

Its all fun and games to you until somebody kills themselves, right?

Death triggers you,as if that is the worst thing that could ever happen to us.we were long dead,It just took you years to bury us.

And in the end, one needs more courage to live than to kill themselves.

Listen to the part starting from 1:35 min of "all the bright places"😭😭😭

I worried about not remembering,not remembering all the moments,all of the places.

I missed seeing something more important...seeing finch. I missed that he was in pain. I missed that he was teaching me all along how to move on.finch was a dreamer. He dreamt while he was awake. He dreamt of all the beauty in the world and made it come to life.🖤🖤🖤
-All the bright places-

It is sad how you have to keep yourself busy to not feel the pain.

Where do you go when you disappear?

Darkness makes me feel in control...

Maybe I am weak after all cause it seemed like everyone was good at hiding whatever it is that made them sick...they may be hiding in the loudness of the world or in their hatred... in their laughs in their screams or just in their days....they didnt get consumed in it...they rolled with it....cause maybe after all maybe my weakness had gotten too immersed in me and taken over my whole self...my weak blood won me over and i was just torpid silly mortal too weak to feel...too week to fight ...too dull to bring light..too feeble to to exhale...to breath...to live.too numb to feel.

This darkness we hold in ourselves scares people off.

Have you ever wanted to breakdown and go complete maniac but had to hold on to the act of being a normal person....ever wanted to cry but looked up to the sky and ignored the tear...wanted to shout but pressed each sound into your body and feel the pain that it creates in your chest...I have always done that...always was good at concealing the hurt like I am one strong human being ...I have come to know that I am not...cutting won't make me strong..crying wont make me pass another day.no thought of being loved by another crossed my mind....this is my finding...what is gonna help me now that I have no pill left to swallow????
Yeab T