Sometimes I feel alone in a crowded place;
And by myself on a deserted island.
Something doesn't feel right.
I am always angry and upset.
I'm controlling with no one to control.
What is life without reason?
What is life without purpose; love?
What is the only the chance you have without someone to share it with?
I've wasted everyone who loves me,
Like a picky child wastes her food.
If I die tonight without love,
My life would have been for nothing.
From now one tonight-
I am beginning to love without fright.
I have new sight,
With this new opening.
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PoésieDepression hits you like an earthquake. It is devastating and you never really know when it is going to happen. For about 2 1/2 years I have been depressed off and on. I have been near suicide even occasionally. Writing Poems has actually helped me...
