Poems for those uninspired or in need of some angst or comfort

The woods

Do you feel that, or is it just me,
I'm surrounded, but all I feel is me,
The eyes loom over, bearing their fangs in the night,
Are they really there, or is it just the sight,
Is anyone out there, in my mind of misery,
Or am I left alone, again to face this hazery,
The feeling of the night, holds me down without a fight,
I can't make it through, it's too much to light,
But I can't get up, tell another soul,
The feeling of change, courses ever through me,
But it's not for the better, someone please save me,
I can't make it through, in the darkness of the night,
The darkness falls near, without a sight of light,
The monsters come out, to bite me in the night,
They know I can't see them, without a form of light,
So what do I do, to make it through the night,
Nobodies out there, to save me from this crime,
So I have to stay behind, face it on my own,
Oh what do you do, when your faced all alone,
And can't find the way, to make it out alive,
And can only sit there, without a form to fight.