This story was what i made up from a facebook status hope you like it

I AM FINE

I sometimes just need a shoulder to cuddle up on,a pair of arms to wrap around me so i can close my eyes and pretend for a moment that everthing is fine...
oh i know that that day will never come, as my life here is now done.
i bide my time and act all fine but i know its just a matter of time.
when that day does come i will not be sad i will not be glum,its a day i been ready for for so long and i know i will not be alone.
so i do not want any sad faces and no tears this is a day i waited for, for years.
be happy for me has i am free at last to fly and rise and be happy once more,and i will never be far from your door.
i watch over you and see you grow untill its time for you to go.
i be here and wait for you and together we will be again.

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My best friend in the sky

I bought you home from the shop you were the only one just a small kitten oh how sweet you looked.

White tabby you were with big green eyes.

You got in to so much mischief and got us in so much trouble

The time you ran of with half a cooked chicken from a neighbour   garden

The time you brought me 3 dead birds

The time you went missing for a week

The time you climbed the roof and could not get down

But even after all this you were my best friend there was no one like you ever

You were always there when I was in pain, when I need to talk, when I had a bath, always my best friend

You even used the toilet and oh how I remember we had to wait till you done so we could go I still have that photo.

Then the time came to move house I know you would not like the move we had good times here.

Then that day you got ill you were only 13yrs old I know I was losing you, your eyes were sad but still you cared my best friend till the end.

The time came and on my lap, you took your last breath curled up and snug on my knee I cried and cried to think my best friend had gone.

I know I see you again the day I kiss and hug my best friend again.

We laid you to rest in the garden under the window and on you we planted a rose tree to remind us you live on.

I have a new best friend now called Sam he is ginger and in some ways just like you someone to care for me and do the things you did I believe you sent him to do the job you did

I will always love you Thomas Benjamin (Tom-Ben )

This is Tom Ben xxx

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A new day

I wake to see a new day, so very early in the morning, the moon goes down and the sun comes up.

Seeing the world come to life. People starting their day.

All the memories all the ghosts. Soon the world will be awake.

Each day is not like the rest each day is a new, each day is God’s blessing to us.

I like the dawn of a new day the time before the world awakes so still so bright so new.

I see birds feeding after all its true the early bird do get the worms.

I see the dew on the grass, the little insects moving about I smell the new day, the trees blowing in the soft breeze.

All these things and more are to found at the start of the new day but these things go unseen by most has they start their new day. 

  

The new day on facebook

There new day on facebook when I wake so early in the morning I turn on facebook after all that is were all my friends are. The life of my friends from far their day is ending and mine is just the beginning,

Then I sit and plan what am I going to do today, has I see my friends awake and start there new day to some had a good night and some have not, some say good morning and some wait for coffee to kick in.

Its nice to see your facebook friends sharing their life and fears. Oh I know that some have bad things to say but then its just like family, one by one they come to life here they are and here they stay.

Each and everyone is real, love and cared about them all

Some have kept me sane and some drive me mad.

I like to say good morning and good night for some it’s all they have. So remember the next time you see good morning or good night someone is thinking of and that someone is me

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The other day i found my grandma's  old dented  button tin, oh the memories that tin brought back to me.
I remember when it used to rain when i was a child she sit me down with that old button tin for hours we sort though it.
''Were did you get that one from Nanna'' i ask and she make a story up about it. 
There were all kinds of buttons shapes, colours and sizes running your finger in all of them i remember has it was yesterday.
she never get rid of clothes with buttons on she cut them of and in the tin they go.
they were such happy times sadly Nanna as now passed on i got to keep the button tin.
and when my children were young i did the same has my Nanna did and told them stories of their great Nanna and her big button tin.
Now my children are all grown. i sometimes sit and look at the old dented button tin and remember the stories and run my fingers though the buttons, but most of all i remember my Nanna and her old button tin :) Love you Nanna xxx :)

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This song means a lot to me its a song about loneliness,old age,poverty,depression and memories just read the word they sum up just about everything. They mean different things to different people but that's why i like it. 

Labelled With Love lyrics
Songwriters: Tilbrook, Glenn; Difford, Chris;
preformed by Squeeze 


She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens

The black and white TV has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles in China

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love

During the war time an American pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She learnt from a distance, how love was a lesson

He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love

He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy

She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation
On moth eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
The past has been bottled and labelled with love
The past has been bottled and labelled with love

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Dark days and light days

By Sarah Widdowson

I feel pain that cuts so deep but is it worth losing sleep

How do you deal with pain of the heart how do you even start?

There is no cure there is no pills this pain it just kills

Many many times I feel this pain and yes suppose I will again

Their lives that I know and that I have always known.

They say things will get better, and you will be your self again.

I have dark days and light days the dark day things are just too much to bear and the only place I wish is not to be here. The light days are fine I sing and dance and try and fit in, oh I know I just fooling myself.

The truth is there more dark days than light. They say I need to let go of the past but some of the past is all I have.

I feel life has passed me by I tried to shout but it just did not hear me. So here I sit and wait for death because that’s were the people who love me the best are.

This is what dark days are like.

On light days I am happy I dance I sing and I play I live my life like I know I should.

The trouble is these days don’t last.

Then there are days I hide my pain and sadness I wear a painted smile for all to see.

These are the worse days were I am happy for others and that they can’t see me.

I sit alone and cry myself to sleep my heart is heavy and my head a mess most of the time I can not rest. Oh to know peace oh to share the joys of others. Oh to just be me again.

You can not tell your family or close friends how you feel they don’t understand,

This pain I feel is mine and mine alone it is something I must get over a path I must go one my own.

This path is hard with lots of turns it’s a path that leads to no returns there is another path that leads to happiness trouble is that path is blocked for me just now, with thorns and brambles and trees of every kind. This is the path I hope one day to find.

Till then I lock myself away put one my painted smile and face yet another day

And tell people I feel OK!.

Thank you for looking :)

  

Hi welcome to my new blog. In this blog i am going to try and write, will be anything from a poem to a story, even try to add some pictures. be good has i not done anything like this before. 
But i was told that it it helps to write down things 
Has a suffer of depression and panic attacks for over 4years now some maybe dark and sad. but hopefully the most will be light and funny :) anyway hope you will like them. thank you for reading this call again soon :)