For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night