We all have a story
The things we hide
The things we keep quiet
And the things in which we take pride

Some stories are calm
Some are bright
Some are filled with a glooming dusk
And some are darker than the dead of night

Just as a book life is strange
It can be happy
It can be sad
And it can be as painful as a pit of spikes

For in the night
Some people fight
Some for their mind
And some for thier life

It’s in the night when we’re alone
That we fight our demons dead and cold
Every night I hear the voices in my head
Say perhaps you’d be better off dead

And every night
I won’t deny
These thoughts get stronger every time
One day it will be my time

But with my few days
Certain chances
I choose temporary happiness
Rather than another day of dismay

Even though tomorrow may bring more pain
The temporary joy is worth the rain
And maybe one day the sun will show
But til then I rest in the snow
© AdendeanG