I did become cynical, And I hit many lows Each one deeper than the last. It all culminated to the end And the start of the next beginning.
I let the light from my life Be beaten out of me and I saw only darkness Everywhere. But I overcame and persevered, And I suppose it's true that even The smallest of lights beats out the dark.
I sought out anything that could Allow me to learn more about myself And the world around me, To grow deeper, but never to sink And never drag me down. If anything, it let me fly.
I now understand why people Jump from bridges. It isn't to escape the world. It's to escape themselves.