Dark

The darkness sets in
Like a heavy comforter
That has been used over and over
And that you come to trust.

It is easier to be in the dark
Then to face things in the light
People, places, conversations
Questions that you don't want to answer.

Then there are the side effects
The tiredness, the next to nothing self-seteem
The desire to die
The elaborate plans that are drawn

I have never followed through, obviously
And wonder how much more
It will take until I fully break
And forget that I am afraid.