Well this is my second poem. I tried submitting it in my gallery. I submitted it as a PDF file and it had to be downloaded to be read. Not only that, it was also in the form of a document of that on Microsoft Word. So I just deleted it. I guess for now this will be my way of submitting them until I can figure out to submit it the ‘ proper’ way. Once again I’m nervous to say the least. There’s a lot of emotion behind the poem you’ll hopefully be reading. But ultimately I wrote this particular poem for the benefit of a club I just happily joined =Mental-IllnessClub Many of you know I suffer from depression as well as other mental ailments. I found one way to express these dark emotions is by writing about them through poetry. As I said the motivation and inspiration for the poem was for the club (soon to be group). I can assure you many things mentioned in the poem especially in the beginning, thankfully I no longer feel. At the same time though the grim thoughts in the end turn into something good, positive and productive. That’s my take anyway. I’d really like to know all of yours.

I dedicate this to =Mental-IllnessClub This gave me an opportunity to and the courage to submit a poem earlier than I anticipated. But mostly I owe the confidence I gained from all my friends who supported me in my last journal. Thank you so much. What a wonderful support you all have been! You never cease to amaze me with your kind words and encouragement. I cannot stress enough the pleasure I receive in being a part of your lives. Many of you have touched my heart in ways I did not expect when I joined deviantArt. Thank you so very much. It is an honor to know you.

p.s. the donator to my subscription has still not revealed him or herself. Please do not be coy gracious and giving one. Let me thank you personally.

I wish this feeling would pass. I tried to be optimistic hoping this loneliness wouldn’t last. I fear death on me has been cast. I wonder if my life is worth nothing more than trash.

I have this overwhelming fear I can’t describe. It constantly finds me though I desperately try to hide. To let go of these feelings I feel everything I’ve tried. Is there anyone out there into whom I could confide?

Is there anyone out there for me who cares? Does anyone want this love I have to share? My heart and mind continues to tear.

This feeling of despondence seems so very constant; hard to break free from. I cry out but no one comes; while the world is carefree and fun.

I find it amusing, but also confusing the bliss of ignorance. All the while I’m frustrated and tense. No comfort in me found; nobody and no one around. Only my dismal and bleak thoughts abound.

Yet I still dream, that someday the sun will shine down on me and beam; that some day I will be seen. Not so invisible. No expectation of events cataclysmal.

Is there hope? Can I actually some how cope? Is there a place for me? Will that place I ever see? Something deep within holds the key.

When I find it I’ll unlock the door. I know there’s much more I need to explore. I feel it deep down in my core.

Suddenly someone has appeared. Familiar in appearance she says, ‘no need for tears because I’m finally here.

Afraid, prepared to hide for my well being I see something strange. Immediately I wonder if I’ve become deranged. I’m looking in the mirror. What do I see? It would seem another part of me. She has been released. Looking at me she smiles and tells me ‘you have found peace.’

I touch the mirror and the reflection dissipates into thin air. Then only at me I stare. Will that part of me return? So quickly many things I have learned. Also something new I yearn.

To be free. To be free from this terrible anxiety. The door is slowly opening. I laugh aloud jokingly. Feeling foolish I realize that strength resided in me all this time and that it one day I would find. I was once blind. Now I can see. It’s time to find my own kind; others like me.

Please feel free to comment and critique. I would so appreciate your feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

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