Hollow

I… I just want someone that understands my thoughts on this.. someone that can relate to this exact feeling of confusion mixed with depression. I do not have a hard life… I live in Canada… free choices, freedom of speech, I am not rich.. but I am not poor. I just feel… like I shouldn't exist.. as if I'm just here as an abyss of nothingness until some talent comes to fill the void that is me.. I'm depressed… and I might know why. But maybe knowing is making it worse.. because I don't know what to do about the problem I think I might have. This is me just rambling on with the thoughts that run through my mind… as if anyone here actually reads what I type.. But I did not make this page to see a little heart with a number beside it… I made it to pour my little heart onto this white page… to release the emotion I am silently screaming at people to understand.. This page more or less saved my life from my own self… so many thoughts run deep… deep in the back of my mind that gives me time, to calm myself down, to remove this frown. But that thought comes back 100 fold… every once in awhile.. is it my own failures? Is it my fathers? Is it my father? He is alone… I am not… though I share his feeling... -Downed Jester I would just like to state that this is an older piece of mine, though I do not think I can classify this as poetry, I just felt like this is a strong piece in a positive way. I have over come the depression ive felt for years by finding myself. I used writing as a form of emotional release that was pressuring me from day to day life. I want people to understand that there is always a way to over come all the negative feelings in your life. Please do not give up, because I feel my life is amazing! Had I given up I would not be experiencing life to its max capacity! I would be gone.. a memory. PLEASE do not ever give up. I know how you feel, by not knowing how i felt at all. I will talk to you, I will try to help you. I am here.