She was screaming so loud she lost her voice for days, and no one even noticed.

I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts too much to hold on anymore.

She doesn't reply, apart from the wall that comes up in her eyes

She folds into herself, thats the only way to explain it. Like paper, when you place it deep into the fire place and instead of burning, it simply seems to vanish.

just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today.

I’m going to smile my best smile, and I’m going to laugh like its going out of style, look into his eyes and pray that he doesn’t see that learning to live again is killing me

If you broke my heart in a million pieces, I wouldn't bother to take the time and pick them up, I'd leave them lying there hoping one day you'd walk by and cut your foot.

So she said, "Did you know? My heart's bleeding for you." And he said "Do you mind? You're getting blood on my shoes."

I’ll carve your name into this bullet so everyone will know that you were the last thing that went through my head.

You could be my antidepressant I'd like to try something new. And you'd think by now I would have learned my lesson but I'd still like to overdose on you.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all the broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spider webbed with cracks, it would still be useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.

For in the face of heartbreak, I look up and realize it is self inflicted.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

I guess for some people its always a little easier to appreciate the rainy days instead of the sunny ones

All the mistakes in the world couldn't measure up to the day I thought I could trust you.

He turned around and looked right at me and said nothing, not even hi. It was as if the months we had spent together, the times I spent loving him just weren't important, as if they never happened.

And as a single tear falls from her cheek, she looks to him for comfort, and all he can do is look away.

I don’t believe in anything because I once believed in you.

It was my great fortune to find her, just as it is my own personal hell to have lost her. Somehow I shall carry on living as she expected me to.

Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it was just starting to fall apart.

The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart that you should fear

You know, the worst part about having to fall asleep when you have a broken heart is having to wake up, because right when you start to open your eyes you are about to feel happy until you realize your life is terrible and the pain nearly swallows you whole

Sometimes you sit and you wonder if he can see it in your eyes? If he can tell you still love him; that there’s nothing you would rather think about than the times he held you in his arms. Can he see the tears? Because they sure are there, deep down, along with the pain and loneliness that you’re sure no one can see. Sometimes you would give anything to be able to make him understand

The truth is everyone is going to hurt you.  You just have to decide who is worth the pain

Do you ever just get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile, and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time, you don't know exactly what is wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting… And being alone never was. At least when you're alone no one constantly asks you what is wrong and you don’t know the answer. You feel the way you do just BECAUSE. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait

This isn't a perfect world, and people do get hurt…You smile when you feel like crying, You act like you're okay When you're falling apart inside, And you let things go. You move on, because there's nothing else you can do

Trust me... I know what it's like to have one of those peeing your pants type of jokes with your friends and everyone is crying because they are laughing so hard... and the reason why you're crying is because nothing is funny to you anymore

Sometimes I sit and watch the ink leak from my pen. It comforts me to know something else bleeds the way I do.

I'm not afraid of the gun in my hand, I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid of the pain it will bring to see my best friends crying

I'm smiling and laughing with all my friends, then I notice you. As my smile quickly fades, I wonder if you can really tell what I'm feeling. I wonder if deep down hidden beneath my smiles you can see my broken heart. I wonder if maybe you're feeling the same way. My thoughts are answered as I watch a tear slide down your cheek, and I feel your pain. I look away for a second, hoping our love isn't completely lost, and my own eyes blur with tears. I wipe my eyes quickly and return my gaze to you...And then our eyes met once again

As you walk away, I see the fire in your eyes, and I can hear the laughter in your voice as you watch my heart break. And I’m frozen. I can’t find the words to tell you that I hate you. I can’t tell you how I wish you would just leave my life forever. And I can’t tell you how much I hope she hurts you. So instead, I tell you I love you hoping the fire in you eyes dies down, and the laughter in your voice turns to tears in you eyes, and you turn around and un-break my heart. Only to realize that wishes often don’t come true, and hearts are more often than not, broke. And I stand there and watch you walk away

Take it from someone who’s fallen…it’s a long way down.

You'll never know pain until you look into the eyes of someone you love and they look away

The only thing worse than being hated is being ignored. At least when they hate you they treat you like you exist.

Scars are like people, the uglier they are, the deeper they are and the deeper they are the less they seek attention. Maybe to look at me now, it's hard to tell how battle scarred I have come to you; for the deepest scars are the ones you never see, only feel. But I have witnessed things that if you are lucky in life, you will only ever imagine.

You can't ignore the things that you wish you never had to hear.

Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone than to cry all alone

When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls.

Darkness never really goes away, once you've seen it.

I've been broken before. I know what it's like to see something funny and not laugh.

Strange how laughter looks like crying with no sound and how raindrops taste like tears, without pain.

I don't hate you enough to ask you to spend the rest of your life with me.

I want to remember to forget you forgot me.

How can she be truthful when everything she is, is a lie?

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

They say that which does not kill you only makes you stronger, well maybe some of us are sick and tired of being so damn strong

When someone you love dies, the problem isn't that a part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you remains alive. Sitting here, opposite his armchair, what hurts me is that I'm still alive. I feel this strange sharp pain of the living. I don't know how to be anymore

During the day she pushed the loss aside but at night it came back and she lay awake, weeping and whispering to a ghost

People are always telling me to smile, like smiling is going to just take away all the hurt and all the pain...we’ll I’ve tried that. I’ve tried hiding my sorrows, and covering the sadness in smiles...and what I’ve learned is that when it hurts this much inside, your heart always has a way of showing it, no matter how many masks you wear.

Sometimes all u can do is smile and walk away, hold your tears back and pretend like everything’s okay

I close my eyes, wishing I'm fine...even though I'm not this time

He stabbed me in the back; I can't blame him. I think I handed him the knife...

The rain is turning out to be in perfect sync, now that you're standing next to me talking about her. I just thank God that you can't differentiate the raindrops from the tears on my face. 

It's always tempting to lose yourself with someone, who's maybe lost themselves.

I know I made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life, but the worst one was thinking the person who hurt me the most wouldn't hurt me again.

I'm barely living' in my skin. Depression's my only friend and I don't know where I am heading trying' to forget where I've been

You look at me and ask 'what’s wrong?' I smile and say 'nothin' Then I turn around my eyes filled with tears and I simply whisper 'everything'.