Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking downhill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
or 
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking downhill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
or 
kojo:
I really felt those words. Sometimes I question whether or not God heres me. I read your journal, and I can say that I have been in a place similar to your own, but not the same- since each life is unique in terms of experience. I really do not know what to say...simply do not give up on yourself..your are not alone,man...you have something of value that you will bring to this world..just don't give up...I've experienced Oklahoma winters (born in Norman) and they are not the most pleasant experiences...I'm not sure what compelled me to write in your journal..I'm not perfect and I go through the same struggles everyday. I read about your most heart breaking experience. It got to me, and I'm sorry it happened to you. Do not give up on yourself so easily. Yes, life is fragile..and we do die..but do not freely give it up..sorry for rambling..but just know you have a friend here