I poem i wrote several months ago but never publish.

Your hours alone spent with papers on desk,
Taking the day by day slowly move baby steps,
Each air you breath, each pain your willing to take,
Another obsticle comes your way without a break,
Leaves you in anxiety you cant face,
You wish to be somewhere near safe,
Someone whos always there, someone to hold, someone to love but in most cases,
We're left here alone in a place feeling in despair
Where the lights are long gone, when situation doesnt seems fair,
The love we wanted to give out and share,
Losing these precious time we love to spent,
Only because we feel home and content,
Moving on was never your dream,
A voice in your head telling you, its only the beginning.