This is a tough poem to write a description for. How can you describe pure emptiness, overwhelming uselessness, nonethingness. there was no special circumstance which led me to write this poem. These are simply feelings I deal with on a daily basis. I know there must be others out there who share similar feelings, therefore I'm willing to share this quite personal piece.

This was a longer poem. When I was very depressed I used to think about death every day which was scary. Now I'm not in that state anymore, although still somewhat in depression. I learned to cope, but some people haven't been so lucky as to change their mind about suicide.

I sometimes write about my life's experiences. Sometimes I write to attempt to experience the lives of others. Screams is an attempt to journey into thoughts of depression and isolation.

This poem is about suffering from loneliness. The mind tends to wander in its own world, where time stops and nothing seems to change.

This poem is about how melancholic people are shadows, forgotten in death and the anger that comes without love.

This is a poem I wrote to scare my self from committing suicide. It has helped me through hard times. When ever I feel that the world is to scary to live in, I read this to myself.

It is descriptive of the way I feel every day when I wake up.

This is a sampling of my so-called happy life. Depression is an evil monster that drowns you in a deep, swirling black hole. Writing on subjects in the soul of depression has a healing quality - it inspires me to seek out my darker emotions to convert them into positive energy

Insecurities get the best of some. I'm afraid I'm one. We can waste a lot of time feeling insecure. Trust me, life doesn't have to be so gray.

This poem I wrote January 11, 1999, and I wrote this for any one who has ever said "I understand" because in fact they don't. They can't. I don't look at the world, I look in the world.