It’s been thirteen years since that day
A cold beginning to that ***** called life
It started a trend of pity and guilt
Of laziness and no direction

Close to death and never knew it
Barely breathing
Barely hanging by a tread
The shadow man by the door

Thirteen years I have wondered
Why me and not them
Why was I spared?
What is the reason?

I was giving so much
Yet I chose this life
Filled with nothing to show
I gave it up without a thought

Now where do I go?
What do I do now?
How do I live now?
Can I change what I have done?

These thirteen years have gone so quickly
How do I know what to do?
Will he show me?
Or will he take it away?

The shadow man only knows
If there is thirteen more to come