Alone By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

Stricken- Disturbed

"You walk on, like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother on telling me why.
You come alone lending me just a moment,
Leaving me broken another time.
You come on like a blood stained hurricane
Leave me alone, leave me be this time.
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption,
I don't want to mention the reason why NOW!
That I am stricken and can't let you go!
When the heart is cold there's no hope anymore!
When I am crippled by all that you've done!
Into the abyss will I run!!!!"

IT'S COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yah, it's cold, and I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!! WHY MUST IT BE SO COLD!!!!????? I MEAN COME ON!!!! I FLIPPEN' HAVE TO WALK IN THAT CRAP!!!!!! ON TOP OF THE FACT THAT IT MAKES ME LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!! THIS IS ONE F-ED UP YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!