Peom

When I was 12 I was going through a rough time so I wrote poems.

Darkness.
It's all I have now only friend in this dark place I call home.
All tight has been sucked from my soul.
Cant even see the light from my bedroom window.
Where could it have gone?
The light my smile?
I can't figure it out.
All I know is it's not coming back.
Darkness.