A few years ago

The velvety-soft duvet of my life

Began to loose its luster

It began to age

Far to quickly

And, soon, it crumbled.

The year I turned eleven

I stopped thinking of myself

As someone who could make people live

To someone who would just eventually die

The year I turned twelve

I focused too much

On the things that matter

And failed to pay attention to the people that matter.

The year I turned thirteen

I fell down a dark hole

And I got stuck

But I managed to pull myself out

Enough to see the light

And the light started pulling me up in its warm embrace

The year after that

The darkness of that deep hole

Well, it started pulling me back down

And I was stuck in a tug-of-war

Between darkness and light

Myself being the rope

It's a good thing light is strong

Because the darkness

Has gravity in its side