I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...

They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there read more

They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black. It will just go back to the way it was before.

If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are read more

If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are depressed, it will cheer you; If you are excited, it will calm you.

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts

You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave meThere's no words to describe itIn French or in read more

You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave meThere's no words to describe itIn French or in EnglishWell, diamonds they fadeAnd flowers they bloomAnd I'm telling youThese feelings won't go awayThey've been knockin' me sidewaysThey've been knockin' me out latelyWhenever you come around meThese feelings won't go away They've been knockin' me sidewaysI keep thinking in a moment thatTime will take them awayBut these feelings won't go away.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night’s rest.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night’s rest.

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy read more

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else.

Such a little man could not have made so big a depression.

Such a little man could not have made so big a depression.

I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so read more

I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so it festers and turns into pus - a pustule of emotion that explodes into a festering cesspool of depression.