I’ve never been able to write poetry. I always fail at portraying what I’m feeling and it always turns out more awkward than anything. Reading ‘Goodbye’, I feel as though your pain is my pain and the hopelessness weighs heavily on my heart. I don’t want to review asking you what exactly inspired you to write this or how I can help to lift the hurt. That’s for another conversation, one which we might have already had, but I can’t help feeling badly for not being around when this was going on in your life.

You are a strong person, Klik. You may not feel as though you are, but your ability to put down what you feel in words shows that there is still something inside of you that is capable to fight through this. Things may seem hopeless and the pain may sometimes be unbearable, but you will pull through because you’re a fighter.

We met because I’m your fan and we’re friends because you’re a good person. I care about you immensely and hope you know that this will never change. Keep fighting.

“The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.” – Pandora, Anne Rice’s ‘Pandora’

I don't know you, and I will not pretend to know anything more about you than the stories I read, however, I do hope you are feeling better. This stranger wishes you well.

Okay, I can't write poetry if my life depended on it but this was amazing. I'm kinda wondering what made ya feel this way even though there was a few ideas here and there, but you seem like a great person. Determined and caring. And you're right his does remind me of Cloud.

That is a really great poem. It's so sad. It does make me think of Cloud.

That was awesome. I can't write poetry to save my life but that was really good in my novice opinion. If this is a reflection of how you feel however...well I may not know you all that well, but I know that whoever is the one that that told you that obviously has to put others down to make themselves feel more important. Asshole. Just saying :)

*hugs* You know, the best medicine is to prove to those that shoot you down, that you can do exactly what they said you can't. And the biggest obstacle someone has to overcome is themselves. Whatever happened, I know that you did your best to make it work, but sometimes it just goes right over their heads. They gave up trying to make it work, and that's no fault of ours. *scratches head* It's kinda like trying to kick a dead horse to make it run.

And you know, there's always the next day. You may be broken, bruised, and bloody everyday when you get up, but every time you open your eyes is a new opportunity to say 'Fuck them, I'm going to prove them wrong, and be /happy/.' Something that's broken can be fixed, and bruises an wounds heal. It never feels like it...but it happens.

And you say you have no friends? Well, I may not be there physically, but I would love to try and be your friend. *cheesy smile* You're an awesome woman. And I can give you virtual cookies, cake, and hugs. *hugs again*

I don't know what has led you to feel this way - though your poem does lead one to several conclusions - but I would rather you didn't. You're a wonderful author, and though I don't know you, I'm willing to bet you're the kind of person that tries to get along with as many people as you can... Or even just try to do your best.

It's hard to do that when so many people surrounding you try to tell you you're not good at it, but when you rely on your inner strength and work yourself up to throw yourself at the task anyways, it's always worth noting... And you seem to believe that you're a consistent failure - or did at the time of this poem.

That is something I would like to refute by pointing out that you write. You write and you complete each piece of writing when you put it online. I have read and enjoyed these pieces immensely, though I may not have reviewed for all of them. I wouldn't have continued reading if I felt they were bad.

There are numerous good things about you that you haven't noticed yet yourself. It doesn't help that so many people around you might try and shut you down... And so often are the words spoken that you begin to believe them. Don't fall from the top of your pillar because of the ants shaking the bottom. Believe the the support beams that those who love you have, are, and will place against your pillar to keep you standing.