ok,thank you all! her's another one.



Feeling

I hate being in darkness,
I truely hate it,
and now all I can do is look at the stars,
and Wait.

Wait until I go crazy,
From the darkness,
and depression.

The stars tell stories,
Of heroes,
Gods,
and Goddeses.

I sometimes if they tell,
my story,
Of how i went through hell,
Day after day,
month after month,
and Year after year.

how I always lost,
everything important to me,
And only gained horror nightmares,
and memories in darkness.

My imagination,
dreams,
Thoughts will give me,
Some relief,
and happiness,
but I'm too alone,
Depressed,
sad,
And feeling worthless.

I'm too much in darkness,
to get out,
Of this depression,
loner feeling,
and my own hell.