When the sun goes down, the world goes dark becoming a scary place. Shadows become nerve racking and the paranoia sets in as the last bit of orange fades into complete darkness.

In the dark no one is there. No one is there to listen to you. You think no one wants to listen, and they are too busy to come find you.

Living in a world where feelings of loneliness and the longing to feel whole once again just brings walls with 24 hour guard towers. Walking through a tunnel of depression with no light to signal an end.

Locked and guarded lies his torn heart. Knowing the damage only life support keeps it running, just enough to get through another day. The days may be getting shorter but the ache never seems to disappear long enough to settle into a deep sleep.

In the dark no one is there. No one to listen to you. You think no one wants to listen, and they are too busy to come find you. But one day a speck of light shines dimly through the tunnel signaling an end.

As the weeks pass by the light gets brighter, everyday wondering if is this the end. Months go by with the answer you've already heard the day before. Years later the bright light is blinding to the adjusting eyes. Someone is there looking for you and you didn't' even know it. I was looking for you.

Many days will be stormy, rain pounding against you but you keep going knowing that all the sunny days ahead are well worth it and that I am always looking for you.

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