"It's winter cold outside, even so the sun shines over us, showing that there is hope. But when it shines to much it blinds you and stings, making you want to look away before you loose your vision. You know that the sun will warm you, but you want to stay in the cold. At least then you can keep putting clothes on, rather than risking a heat stroke.
As time passes, it gets warmer. The snow melts, and you get afraid. You think "what will I have left?"
You stand on ice and see it crack, will you get help in time, or drown?
We'll see what happens next..."

***

"The dry depressed people thirst for the sweet water drops from the world,
But they do not hear the rain fall..."

(It means that depressed people want to hear nice things, but at the same time they do not believe it when they hear it)

***

"While the world was quiet and sound asleep,
I was crying alone, in a hole so deep,
I reached out my hand, and called in the night,
I then saw an angle, what a wonderful sight...

The angle wrote poems, and sent them my way,
I answered and hoped, that the moment could stay.
The angle it showed me, that even one spark, could just be enough, to light up the dark...

Even if I am still trapped in this hole, I'll wait for my pieces, to become one whole..."

***

"Once upon a time,
A girl fell in a hole,
Longing for death,
to take her soul,
"A spark" an Angel said,
Holding her hand and led,
The being showed her love,
Sent letters with a dove..."

"As time passed by,
She cursed the will to die,
The Angel now connected,
To her strings of heart and Puls.
"I will stay if you do!"
"A promise between us too!"

***

"Sorry, you're not gonna fool me with that. Self hate and reality are two separate things, don't mix them up. It's like mixing up lime and an orange. Just because your eating a lime doesn't mean I'm eating one too, cause I know that I'm clearly eating an orange that is sweeter."

***

"Why haven't you visited them?"

"No desire."

She said as she studied a grape in her hand.

***

"looks like you're getting better, good job!"

Never had she ever heard such terrifying words in all her life. The girl stood up from the couch in shock and left in silence. When she had closed the door behind her, and saw that the halls where empty, bitter tears of hate and fear filled her eyes.

"Why..."

She cried to herself. The mental illness had become a part of her, a part that she did not want to let go of...

***

"I've tried every method in the book, I once cared about getting better, then I realized that I couldn't, so I gave in and found new ways to hurt, at least that part didn't lie to me"

"Well, that's why you're here"

***

"You're like a rose"

"I started out as a rose, but through time I withered, now all I am is a thorn in your side..."

"I got hurt by your thorns trying to pick you, I knew what I was getting myself into"

***

"The voices stop when your sickness ends"

I felt then a fear of loosing my friends,
My tears start too form and I felt my head ache,
I'll push help away for all of our sakes...

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