Thoughts are killing me and you don't even notice.

I may have lost my battles at times, but I know that I haven't lost my savior. It's not the end.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed. When you feel so tired but you can't sleep.

I am broken in so many ways that I don't think I can ever be repaired again.

I hate myself for being such a letdown.

Lieber sterben, als so weiterzuleben.

A broken heart is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

Ich will nur noch schreien, für immer, weil es dann vielleicht irgendwann den Schmerz übertönt.

I've always wanted to be one of those people who didn't care much. But actually I'm not.