Impossible to glance at a brighter side. I don't even have a flashlight. Depression has the higher ground, I get up just to fall back down. Tear drops form, but turns into ice. Wished I wasn't so ******* nice. Always fighting for others but no other fights for me. As it seems I've got no where else to be. The mockery in my head has me ashamed of myself. Can't even beg or plead for help. A storm hits me, that rainbow left before I can see the beauty. Nothings ever fair, but **** why does this always hit me especially from out of no where. They say strong people do well from hell. But I'm in hell not burning unless I'm freezer burnt. **** being a good guy is the lesson I learnt. Being homeless taught me forgiveness. Being left in the dark taught me to illuminate someone's patch. Just wished I had that comfort right back.