I stand at the edge of this forest weeping
My demons hiding, creeping, creeping
I’m searching for a hint of light
Separation from this endless night

Some how this darkness caught me
Tearing away all that I could be
Keeping me from those around
It never let me make a sound

As months, years passed
Over and over again I asked
The same question that plagued my mind
Though it held an answer so hard to find

At last I found it would speak to me
Give the answer I thought I may not see
I asked for my means of escape and for it to be true
“To escape, the person you must **** is you.”