uncertain

One night
I lay alone
What is it I want?
Is it out there?
Could I have a peek
Just a small one
To give me a slight clue
Where to begin
A start
Confused, lost, alone
Just me
And
The silent voices
That echo in the night
Nowhere to go
I want to know
What is out there
For me
Anything?

SEG

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*Most of the poetry posted on my website was written during my teens and twenties. There are a few exceptions but typically I find myself wanting to journal regularly and write poetry if inspired. Poetry has been my therapist during many trying times. I have decided to post these poems because it reflects my history with suicidal depression and the struggles I encountered trying to cope with life and depression.