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Depression here I sit all alone
I try so hard to make friends
but they all leave me,
it starts out I meet someone new I like them a bit
we become good friends
a few days later they leave,
I am left a broken man,
heart torn in shreads and tossed about like it does not matter
when I get done picking up the pieces and putting it back together it starts over with someone new.
Now I ask myself why
why do I do this
because I am alone and I desire the company of another,
now I sit with a heart that will not go on
it will not love again, never will I feel that feeling
of love pouring out for someone, never
Never say never............
remember Pandora's box? What was the last thing in the box? HOPE.............. as long as we live there is always hope. Also in this poem as I read it you made me think of something my grandma use to say and she died 34 years ago by the way but I remember this even to this day. She use to say whenever you get to feeling sorry for yourself just look around you and if you look hard enough you can find others who have it far worse than you do and you might even see that hey my circumstances aren't so bad after all. In other words look for in those low moments and count your blessings. Believe it or not it does help. It is just a slight change of the mindset. So many friends in the past would compare themselves to others who have so much more than them and they would complain. I asked one particular friend why don't you ever compare yourself to someone who has way less than you and feel good about what you have by comparision to them? She never would give me a decent answer to my question. That I found very short sighted of her. We are given two paths of thought to choose from. A negative path or a positive one. I choose the positive cause it doesn't give me massive headaches and make me want to cry............ Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen