I was recently approached by someone who might like to contribute to Youth of a Nation. What he would contribute would most likely be found on our “A way to vent” page. For this reason I would like to reintroduce this page in hopes of others wanting to contribute as well.


I have decided to make a page dedicated to our thoughts, poems, quotes, writings, feelings,pictures, etc…There are so many ways to show how we feel. So let’s get creative! I will start, but please join in. If you would like to be anonymous or would prefer the credit just let me know, either way I will honor your wishes. Simply leave a reply or email me in order to contribute. You make the difference! My email is 


Life is precious, Love is kind, 
If you seek then you shall find. 
If this wish can make it true 
All good things shall come to you. 
Hide not away, come to the light 
NEVER give up without a fight. 
The Dark is cold, but the Sun is warm 
We shall not let you come to harm. 
You’re not alone, your friends are Here 
Don’t give in – defeat the fear. 
It’s not all-powerful, it CAN be beat 
You’re too good to deserve defeat. 
So stay alert, of the Dark beware 
If we can, we will help you – this we swear.


I had it once, now it’s gone
Like a knot it’s been undone
Was once so tight, now so slack
Happy times I wish I could have back
I sit at home, and feel so lonely
But so many questions floating around my head
Confusions rains down, it pours
Pandora’s Box, I’ve opened the doors
No sign of anyone who can help
No sense of feelings or of myself
Where I can find the answers
Who am I? What am I?
Am I a dream? Or am I the dreamer?
How do my thoughts start? What makes them end?
I know I over analyze, I can’t help it
Thinking and gazing into space, as I sit
Why can’t I accept the wisdom of those around
Not letting myself accept the answers I’ve found
I want to free myself from my mind
And not just to pretend
Everything’s okay everything’s fine

Mysterious Pain

With her head hung low
and nowhere to go she can’t explain
this mysterious pain It comes on so fast
How long will it last? Her heart is just pounding, her head starts to spin
Please go away, she does not want you in She’s uncontrollably crying
It feels like she’s dying Her body is trembling, her hands start to shake
She feels so helpless with this horrible ache Someone, please help her, make this go away
She can’t stand to feel this way one more day Someone, please help her, she’s down on her knees
She’s scared and helpless and hopes no one sees With her head hung low
not knowing where to go She tries to explain This mysterious pain


Closing in all around me
a fear I cant describe.
All shaky and confused
I think I’m going to die.

Thoughts so unsettling
are blocking everyone’s attempts.
When all they try is to help me
I cant make sense of this.

My heart hurts
my head hurts.
And crying about it
only makes it worse.

Nobody can ever
truly understand.
And unless you’ve went through it
you wouldn’t stand a chance.

It’s just anxiety
another day of black.
You must think that I’m crazy
it’s just another panic attack.  


~My husband wrote this poem a while ago but has decided to share it with you today. It pertains to his PTSD. ~


Head starts spinning, aching. Eyes start crossing, spotting, closing. Mind starts racing. Pandemonium inside, ice on the out. Chaos in the brain, intellectual strain. Words won’t come out, mouth won’t move, tongue gets tied. War zone inside. Run away or stay. Crawl out of my skin or fight the demons within. Walls closing in, chest caving in. breath semi sonic, attempting to escape me.


Where’d You Go?

You saw the past
And your pain
What ever made you so insane?
Where was the old you?
The times you would laugh & smile
And people talked to you
And you wanted to stay awhile
Until one day
One day it took
To take all that praise down
Here you are, At home
Not leaving the house
Not answering the phone
And you would sit there
Thinking about the past
And wondering how long will this last?
That person you use to be
Is the person you want to be
This person you see now
Is begging and thinking “how”?
How could this happen?
What is wrong with me?
Where are my friends?
Where’s my sense of believe?
I still keep searching
I still keep trying
Begging for the right way
Begging for the wings to fly
So you could fly away from this pain
And to hopefully wake up
And feel no longer insane.

 What do you call it when all you feel is pain? When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame? When your tired of living and playing this game? when you know your life is meaningless and your the only one to blame? What do you call it when the hurt is in your soul? When you smile and laugh but you know its all a show? When you feel like you’ve hit your all time low? When nothing makes you happy and the darkness around you grows? What do you call it when you feel so alone? When your in your house but it don’t feel like home? When you look back in your life and every choice you made now seems wrong? When the wait to die seems too long.



Until it affects someone we love,
We don’t even know it’s there.
It’s really not our problem,
So why should we care.

The statistics are quite shocking,
One in four they say
Will suffer from depression
In their lives one day.

There’s not much stigma anymore
For this serious mental flaw.
But no one knows where it will strike,
It’s just the luck of the draw.

No one would choose to live with it,
And some don’t even try.
I see my son suffering
And all she can do is cry.

Most people turn the other cheek,
They have been doing it for years.
But I must face the pain I see,
In my son’s tears.


“A lot of people don’t realize that depression is an illness. I don’t wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it.”
~Jonathan Davis ~

“Good humor is a tonic for mind and body. It is the best antidote for anxiety and depression. It is a business asset. It attracts and keeps friends. It lightens human burdens. It is the direct route to serenity and contentment.”
~Grenville Kleiser ~

 ”god gave you the shoes That fit you, so put ‘em on and wear ‘em And be yourself, man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny, Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful…”


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