Trying to cope with depression anymore is like laying on a bed of rusty jagged nails, impossible.

The snow flurries in the sky like the thoughts in my head, raining beauty and sticking to the mind like a bad thought

I take a look out my window the snow is white and covers the ground like a thick beautiful blanket the sun peeking through the clouds, the flakes slowly falling showing me a sign that there can be happy endings.

I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away

Just because you're scarred for life doesn't mean you should be scared to live.

Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?