gone so young.

the descent into darkness is the easy part, free falling down, spiralling further and further into a world unknown to your mind.
the climb back up is the hardest, whether you'll make it or not is always unknown, and you're left, crying, wondering how you made it so far through the darkness, without a light.
truth is, some people just never make it, and they're stuck in an abyss, yearning for someone to come and show them the light, to show them the road home. but when will this road appear?
Always too late.