I feel I am the only one who can actually see this world and everyone else is invisible to my thoughts. Although I know they are visible to many.

Crazy is a poem about life - well, not life in general, but specifically my life. The opinions expressed here are not necessarily those of Steffanie in her right mind, and all of my opinions and comments become null and void after 3 hours, excluding Daylight Savings Time, Goodnight.

Lately, I had been feelings like the outsider among my friends and I felt like no one really understood me and knew what was going on in my head.

This poem is about the deepening feelings of depression that consume a young woman.

I wrote this during a really low time in my life when I was contemplating suicide. Even though I seemed ok on the outside, I wasn't on the inside - I felt lost and alone.

About how a person feels like nothing is right in her life and how she thinks she has something wrong with her.

This poem is about depression. Many people you know might have it, yet you'll probably never find out about it. It keeps people away when they want to be close. Anybody could get depression, it's sad how people with the biggest hearts, can get held back with such force. If you know someone that has depression, please, help them. You may be saving their lives.

It's about depression, Of how you feel inside, wanting to let it out. Needing & wanting to learn how to hold your thoughts captive. A letter to God.

This is about a friend that was depressed about her break up with her ex boyfriend. She turned to smoking and stuff for relief. I did my best to help her

I was very depressed when I wrote this poem. I had found the love of my life, but I felt as if everything else was being sucked out of me. My life, as well as my soul, were completely empty. Although my life and all of my feelings were torn and blackened, there was one hope left.

That hope was love. My heart was full, but lay dormant and I was determined to pull through. Thank you Adam for helping turn my soul free.