i heard somewhere that depression is linked to creativity. the things we want to express while we're done often lashes out in a soothing yet painful way. screams of i hate you uttered as a soft i want you back. beneath my breath i cursed your name, while it's just me and i'm alone– i would rather have nothing, but you blowing up my phone. i guess dreamers will be dreamers. a dream is nothing, but a dream. sadness is just another way to escape heartache. what's love without a couple tears? a life not worth being happy for.
