I was lost, wandering around, in the dark. I was found, shown the light, he found me, and made me new. He helped me, and changed me, he showed me the way, and I followed him. To the light. I thank you dear friend that without you I would not be the same today. I was a broken boy. You fixed me.

I walk on a path deep in a forest and the noise of loneliness fills my head.

I think of all my friends and family that are long since dead.

I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel the warm summer the breeze.

My breath deepens and my heart slows as I fall to my knees.

I hear their voices loud, I hear their voices clear.

I can see their faces through every tear.

Be silent with me.

I realize I am alone and there is no one with me.

Is this I wonder, how my whole life will be?

I have people I call friends; but how many will be there till the end?

When death comes knocking at my door; will there be someone there I can call my friend?

I can feel the blood flowing through my veins.

I can hear a loud thunder in my head accompanying sharp pains.

Be silent with me.

Where am I? There is nothing here I recognize.

Trees begin to blend with bushes, I can not trust my eyes.

I am feeling a sense of loneliness like never before.

I wish I had someone to talk to, as I clutch the forest floor.

I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.

How the only thing I ever wanted was a friend that was real.

I never thought it was too much to ask for, someone to treat me the way I treat them.

So many people have a warped understanding of the meaning of friend.

I can hear the sweat pour from every pore of my being.

I can hear everything, even the most distant birds singing.

Be silent with me.

I feel my thoughts slow as if I were on the edge of sleep.

I struggle to make sense of these feelings that are running so deep.

I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.

Today I think, is a beautiful day to die.

A random thought I can not explain.

Is it I wonder, because I feel no more pain?

I no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat.

Then I hear the sound of my fathers voice saying, come, be silent with me!

The story's that are here are not about me. They realate to me in a way and it tells you the pain of being alone. Go share the magic of friendship with the world.