Today was different,
I thought I was going dark again.
One second I looked up and saw that I was staying in my room.
I was alive.
A year ago, I never dreamed I would make it to my 21st birthday.
The dark hole seemed like my new life.
Running off my friends and making sure no one ever cared for me.
If people don't care, then it's easier not to fight.
I was sad when I learned people didn't want to leave me.
They all waited and waited until I could finally talk again.
Until I could look them in the eye and say why?
Why did you wait?
Why did you fight for me?
Thank you,
that's all that came out.
In the end, I knew I didn't want to go.
When I feel done, I now take a moment to look back.
To be proud of how far I have come.