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Poem For A Friend With Depression I wrote this poem for a partner of mine who went through a bad time with depression. My darling, My girl, Why are you so sad? Why can't you see that life is not all bad? You're my angel, Please don't cry, I don't understand, so please tell me why? Your beautiful face, Your fading smile, I vow to make you happy for more than just a while. You're so precious, Why can't you see? I beg you to break that chain, Then you'll be free. The past is gone, It's not going to change, But the future is yours... For you to arrange, Live your life, Be happy, don't cry, I'm here and now those tears can dry. I love you, my darling, Let go of the sorrow, Because I'm here for you.... Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

People come into our life disguised as angels, and sometimes angels come into our life disguised as people. It is possible to see God anywhere. All it takes are open eyes and ears and the willingness to see miracles. They are everywhere. God is as available as we are. Having friends that inspire us to rise to higher and greater levels is an awesome gift. Surround yourself with people that inspire you to do better and inspire your friends as well. It is a profound truth that the people we spend time with shape the path that we travel.

I wrote this poem when I was in my darkest moment of my life. When I was writing it I realized that there is hope in everything, and writing this poem helped me through what I was going through.enjoy and leave a comments Hope is in the spring time, When the first bird of the year chirps. When the first bud opens, And the sweet perfume of flowers is in the air. Hope is in the summer time, When the sun shines bright in your eyes. When the lakes sparkle and shine under the sun, And when there's laughter in the air. Hope is in the fall time, When the leaves fall off the trees, And crunch under your feet when you walk on them. When birds fly away to find a warm place to stay. Hope is in the winter time, When a blanket of white covers everything. When everyone's happy and cheerful, And when you build forts, snowmen, and have snowball fights. Hope is in the seasons, When the first bird chirps, When the sun is bright in your eyes, When the leaves fall off th

There's always a moment in our lives, when nothing seems right, and everything's wrong, and we think we've lost hope. God knows I've had those moments, and it seems that it will never be alright again. But believe it or not, there's always hope, even if it's just a little flicker. Hold onto that flicker of hope. Leave your comments after reading In a sea of darkness Searching for the light But those who you once loved Have left you to deal; alone Ask for help, no one will come But most of all, don't you lost hope Hope is always there Even in the roughest moments Hope, I need you Hope, I want you You need something to hold onto Hope is gone... Is it really gone? The demon inside you, grows stronger every day We all have our demons Everybody suffers Everybody deals Everybody copes Everybody breaks Everybody hopes Everybody cries Don't you cry There's always hope Angels, where have you gone? Do not leave me here, alone

It Isn't What It Seems...By © Chanel Winslow It's a state of mind that I'm trying to find. I want it all to be mine. It's like finding tu voz por la primera vez (your voice for the first time). And I'm eager to learn more. Comes from within, but I really don't know how to explain it yet. That's why I can't let you in. Perfection is an essence to achieve, feels so good, can't be wrong. "Patience is a virtue," but we're starting to learn how to get along. This fire that's burning deep within, just won't let me go. But it must in order for me to grow. And I'm starting to see, that all I have to do is believe in me.

This poem holds great significance to me. It somewhat explains the battle of an "uneasy life" and the war between my thoughts and my emotions. It summarizes something I feel that I face every day and the determination to achieve happiness. If others can find it relatable and somewhat comforting to know that they're not alone, then I have achieved what I set out to do. If reading this poem, I'd appreciate your time and any given feedback. Thank you. Wounded and broken, But still we stand tall. No challenge too over-bearing, And no fear too consuming. For each day is a battle, One we do not always win, But our persistence is our courage. We fight with all that we have, And sometimes that is not enough, Yet still we continue in a battle With victory seeming impossible. Our determination and dreams of happiness Are not only our guidance, But also a dagger in our back, For it is the euphoric joy and brightness That we battle for. With each pass

This poem is about what I see with the world. This generation of kids has stopped caring and they have no love for the beauty and wonder of the world. They care about mindless stuff, they do stupid things. And this is the people we want to lead the future of the world? So I started a group with no name that is trying to help this generation out. Please ask if you want to know more about this poem or our cause. Enjoy it and leave your own story Who will be the sight, for the blind? who will be the voice, for the mute? who will be the sound, for the deaf? who will stand up, for those who can not stand? Who but us? The ones this world will be ran by, who will be the comfort, for the beaten? Who will be the light, in a world of darkness? Who will stand up, and make a change for the world, If we do not. Who I ask? Who will but us? No one will. The blind will not see, the mute will not speak, there will be no sound for the deaf, those who can not stand, w