There was once a time;
A time when I believed.
I believed that there was something worth living for.

There was a time when I was not like this,
When it was an uphill battle to tear myself from my bed every morning.
When attending school was a notion so frightening;
I would lock myself away in my closet.
The sweet solitude of undisturbable darkness still yet sings to me,
Calling my name, every hour, of every day.

A time when I thought that my path must become better than this;
When I could see a light in the distance,
A light to fight for, to live for.

And now, I’ve found it;
Yes, I’ve found the light that once only I could dream of.
In my hands I held it, clutching it to my heart;
The happiest and most content I can recall ever being.

Yet, as soon as it was called my own,
It was gone.
For, after my whole life,
I progressed to the light, indulged in it, bathed in it.
And soon, the rest of my path was just as bright as my light;
Now my path is just as it once was,
A dark, cold, and dreadful place.
Except this time, there is no light to be seen.