January 15, 2011
By Anonymous

Wandering, not walking through the pathways of life.
Stars dance on my blank face as a trudge on.
I have no final destination.
I don't know where I will stop to rest.
When alone, sometimes tears fall out the corners of my eyes.
Not in sadness, but in confusion.
Where am I?
Am I even here?

The author's comments:
I have long struggled with depression and it affects every aspect of my life. Some days are great, others horrible. I hope this piece that sometimes we don't know what are surrounds are or will be, but we must carry on our journey.

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Mayim12 BRONZE said...
on Feb. 15 2011 at 8:08 pm
Mayim12 BRONZE, Elk Grove, California
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Good Job! :D

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