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I am alone, no one feels as I feel, they haven't lived My life or loved as I have. I am in a forrest with trees about Me, there is no path, heavy brushes block My every turn. I stumble and fumble My way in the darkness. I hear laughter to My right and My left turning around I see no one. Crawling though the under growth like some animal from ages gone by, I move though My forrest alone. I hear voices speaking in hushed tones, like they don't want Me to know what they are saying.

When the light comes it's a gray sky, kind of matches my mood. I can see better as I move though this forrest. Sitting down on a tree that has fallen before Me, I wipe the sweat from My brow and say to Myself,"somehow, some way there must be a way out of here, how I don't know, but I refuse to sit on this log and fade away" Slowly I stand then once more begin to move though My Forrest.

wow mayhem, did this come from you? this sounds very much like how i use to feel and i am so sorry that you are feeling this way also. you are not alone mayhem, many many other people feel the very same way you do and there is a way to find peace. dont give up, work hard, and you will overcome this terrible disorder. my thoughts will be with you today. cathy

Powerful stuff! I think many of us have felt this way and I could not have written it better myself.

If you penned this, you should put it down somewhere else and keep it forever.

Just remember being here you are not alone and hopefully you'll get through this and not feel alone anymore.

I got the feeling from the poem that you don't want to give up and you refuse to sit on the log and fade away. Good poem.