Depression.

The streets cry too…

"Hurt is a hard thing to bare, and at times we release our strength to destroy what we love most. Very intense poem, emotions must run high to write what you did. Thanks for sharing Guy (Poetrypoem.com/guy address http://rainbowsinwater.blogspot.com)" – this is a feedback I received for my poem "Imprisoned" thought u might like reading n let me know if u like it.

Handing life issues over to someone who has always offered to take the burden off another’s shoulders and who is more able than we are sometimes to handle what life throws our way.

When in the depths of despair, sometimes death seems like the only answer…

The feelings experienced each day going to work, from getting up in the morning,driving to work, entering the office, sitting at the desk, the torture experienced from 8am to 5pm. The joy at going home time, the bliss of the evening at home, delicious sleep….then the dread all over again in the morning.
A cry for HELP!

Of loneliness.