All Alone - Lost?..

Today i hav nothing to write?... was jus goin through pages... found this article.. it says wht i want to write.. so i am posting it here..
For those who wonder why I feel down so much, well I've had a bad time. I knew this was going to happen but I had no idea how it would come. I tried to escape it by doing what I thought was right, but instead it just brought me to realize it had to come. I feared that I'd have no more friends, and as a matter of fact, that's how I felt and feel. When you see the future coming, you should know that it is inevitable.
The person this is mainly based on is my best friend. The people that are included in here are all those I truly love. A special person is however still in my heart. I feel her presence and love with me even at time's worst moments. Without her, I'd be lost. I wouldn't even be here if I did not believe in how much love she has for me. I just want her to know that how alone I may feel, she will always be there, in my heart.
The blood in the drawing represents my feelings of these people, slowly seeping out of me. It feels like now that what I loved is gone, there is no point for me to keep loving. All the remaining love that was stored I just can't keep no more.
The darkness that envelope me is depression, deep and highly sickening sadness and thoughts that just make me feel more and more horrible. Since it is so overwhelming, containing all of it would be impossible. I get rid of the love to release myself from depression. The pain will go and the scars will be marked, but only as a memory and no more reality.



When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
Yhe Prophet - Khalil Gibran
A good work yaar.I feel it as my own story.Really great.Keep bloggin'.