I sit,
I wait.
Wait for the darkness to leave.
It will leave someday,
All I have to do is ignore it.

But the darkness just keeps growing,
In my head,
And in my life.
One bad thing after another.

I see a small light,
But it's to far away to reach.
I need help,
I need good.

Will anyone be my good?
The good and light in my life?
I can't reach the light,
But maybe,
Just maybe,
The light can reach me.

In a room inside my head surrounded by black,
The light is reassuring.
Even if I will never join the light,
It helps me cope with my darkness.
Knowing that there are people who have light,
Instead of dark,
Makes it easier to live with myself.