„I know exactly what it’s like to lose somebody. I have lost myself.”

“Most nights, music is the best cure for my depression and tonight is such a night.”

“I can’t grow in the place that made me sick, but I have nowhere else to go. I have no choice but to call this place my home.”

“Loneliness is having a party in my mind again and that’s okay. I am surrounded by souls. Some treat me like sunlight and some treat me like moonlight. I cry myself to sleep and no one knows that the truth about loneliness is that it protects ones heart from everything but itself. There’s a funeral in my heart, and the casket is too small for my childish soul that screams ‘Let me out!’ I want to live without thinking about who will miss me when I’m gone because I’m tired of writing all these goodbye letters that mean nothing without a recipient. There’s a funeral in my heart and there are no flowers because nobody wants to give flowers to a suicide. I wish I can say sorry for being so selfish but that would mean apologizing for the nights I’ve tried to hold it all together like rebuilding Rome for a day—I have nothing to say. There’s a funeral in my heart and I am all alone here with the lights closed because the window might glow and I am not light. I am not light.”

“I am too introspective and yet I love myself very less. I try to understand my feelings, but my heart is a broken ship. I seek for ways to heal my soul, but it prefers being lost in a sea of emptiness. To love a soul like mine is to drown.”