Time is slowly passing by as i sit here thinking. The pain in my arm from the other night. Remembering the histarical crying and frustration of all that has been happening. I'm angry at everyone and everything all the time, every single day. There's not much more that I can take at this time. My head will explode... I will explode from this depression state I am in. I don't want to talk to my friends, i don't want to talk to my family, i don't want to talk to anyone; and yet I wonder why i am feeling so alone.<br /><br />Danielle Seaton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-466/
