deserted and alone 
by choice, by action, by deed 
i found myself addicted 
i felt safe in my need 

alone and afraid 
of memories, of people, of place 
i found myself this comfort 
where i could hide my disgrace 

afraid and angry 
at me, at you, at them 
why can’t i find the peace i crave 
i’m hurting all over again

This is my poem. I first penned it on another website. Depression understood on Dec 17 2011. I hope my re-posting it here is within the site rules. I still feel these things today.