Living a Bum's Life with Class

Music is the only thing that will give and give and give and not take…

Absence makes the heart grow fonder…or forgetful.

Memory is fiction.

So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

Time is a dream, a destroying dream. It lays great cities in dust, it fills the seas. It covers the face of beauty, and tumbles walls.

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.

We’re Not Monsters Welcome to the madhouse where we sing. People alike us we shall bring. Among our people we stand tall No longer monsters, no labels at all. The anxious are sane and the suicidal are saved. We all have each other and our futures are paved. To society, we’re rejects. Alone we are frail. Together we are normal and together we avail. So welcome to the madhouse, please enjoy your stay. There’s no need to be frightened we wont scare you away. Embrace what they call illness and with this, seek solace. Even if you feel that you are alone, call on us. You are never alone.

I acted like it wasn’t a big deal, when really it was breaking my heart.

People always say they love you. But they only love the way you loving them makes them feel

Depression is trying to explain how nothing can feel so heavy

Suicide requires movement, and depression weighs a thousand tons.