Suicide.

Tomorrow I'll be quicker, i'll escape my thoughts, and leave the blanket behind.
Things are clouded and grey, but I see the forecast clearing up.
Tomorrow i'll be brighter, no longer in black and white.
The monsters in my nightmares use to be alive,
now they are vacating my once hallow heart.
The rising sun is whispering my name.
It's telling me to come out of the darkness,
and let him shine on my soul.
But my feet can't move,
something is holding them down.
The darkness doesn't want me to go,
"Stay with me, it's better in the dark" it says.
I scream as it starts dragging me back,
but I fight it and the sun grabs my hand.
Now the light is my future and the darkness is my past.
Never again darkness, Never again.