Torn from the arms of the ones who loved me, cast into the storm with hate as my company. Forced to see the sun from the bottom of a well. No hope this life is a living hell. So far from the light that guides our way I lay in dismay. My dreams are torn apart at the seams. My body’s numb its lost all feeling as I search in the dark for meaning. I start the long climb towards a goal that’s out of sight. Aiming for a distant light. Along the way I’m forced to face the demons that are haunting me. No peace they wouldn’t let me be. A part of me was left lying in agony but my goal was the world I had so much to see. So I picked up the remains and moved on heading towards the light I was so far from. My hands were cut and bleeding, but my heart kept beating. It lived to find meaning a reason to make this life worth living. Hoping here in the dark someone would find me. Pulling myself closer to the light that was blinding. Finally I’m free I can see the sun. I’m not a victim I had finally won.