There is no sadder sight to me
Than a blind man who can see

Once upon a time there was a girl.
In the summer she'd hold her breath underwater in the three foot pool. 47 seconds.
In the fall she'd look at the trees from the car window and wonder why she didn't change color with them.
In the winter her boots would get stuck in the snow just like the cat and she'd laugh.
In the spring she'd make potions with leaves, seeds, and sandbox rain water.

Once upon a time the girl was a little bit older.
In the summer the pool would be too small, she'd be too tall.
In the fall she'd become enthralled with girls and wouldn't think of the leaves again.
In the winter she'd realize not all children were hit and hated at home.
In the spring she'd fill herself with alcoholic potions the leaves and rain water couldn't touch.

Once upon a time the girl aged even more.
In the summer she'd throw her last scrap of childhood to the big bad wolf. He gave her a token.
In the fall she'd change like the leaves, but then the magic would leave. She'd lose the token.
In the winter she'd fall in the gravel infested snow. She wouldn't laugh.
In the spring she'd try to end it all with a potion of sleep and cool metal. It wouldn't work.

Once upon a time it was right about now.
I'm changing like the leaves, stuck in the snow, taking too many "potions". The whole time I've been holding my breath. 571,501,629 seconds.

Loneliness surrounds me,
Bringing me down.
Right now all I see,
Is me in this town.

And as I look around,
I feel I could drown,
In this sea of emptiness,
That seems so profound.

And I’m begging for a rope,
To pull me out.
A small gleaming ray of hope,
And no sense of doubt.
To know that I can touch the shore,
Without being dragged down,
Back to that lonely town.

Can no one see that,
I’m struggling so hard,
To cross those few feet,
That stretch like a yard.

So can someone please tell me,
How to get myself back,
To where things are good and happy,
And not just so black.