I did become cynical,
And I hit many lows
Each one deeper than the last.
It all culminated to the end
And the start of the next beginning.
I let the light from my life
Be beaten out of me and I saw only darkness
Everywhere.
But I overcame and persevered,
And I suppose it's true that even
The smallest of lights beats out the dark.
I sought out anything that could
Allow me to learn more about myself
And the world around me,
To grow deeper, but never to sink
And never drag me down.
If anything, it let me fly.
I now understand why people
Jump from bridges.
It isn't to escape the world.
It's to escape themselves.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
I did become cynical,
And I hit many lows
Each one deeper than the last.
It all culminated to the end
And the start of the next beginning.
I let the light from my life
Be beaten out of me and I saw only darkness
Everywhere.
But I overcame and persevered,
And I suppose it's true that even
The smallest of lights beats out the dark.
I sought out anything that could
Allow me to learn more about myself
And the world around me,
To grow deeper, but never to sink
And never drag me down.
If anything, it let me fly.
I now understand why people
Jump from bridges.
It isn't to escape the world.
It's to escape themselves.
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