At the bottom of the mountain all I see is misery, empty souls walking around endlessly searching for something to fill their lives with meaning. I’ve lost my faith in people after seeing the horrible things people can think of and things that they do shamelessly just to benefit themselves, I see people hurt others for such simple reasons, such stupid reasons. In my life I figured there was only one way to escape but there was a spark, a fire burning deep inside of me that no matter how dark the world was it still shined on. It lit up the lands for a little bit, and I saw the mountain, that sun that always shined but only at the top, I knew that to get there it would be hard but worth it. I journeyed to the mountain and endured the pains it threw at me as a test, I fell many times and I became lost in the patterns of life, like I was in a maze and there was no escape, but at every end there was that option "Give up" and there would be a mirror that you just had to stare into, it physically hurts to look into it. You live lifetimes in seconds, you relive it all and it crashes into you like a wave, and the tides pull you in with no mercy. One day I stared into that mirror and my reflection handed me a knife, I took it and my eyes flooded with warm tears that caressed my smile of regret, I clenched onto the handle but I was shocked back into reality and I saw a beautiful boy with shaggy black hair towering over me with a golden beams of light shining around him, he had a warm smile and he offered his hand to me. He picked me up and he guided me through so much of the maze, but one day he dissappeared and I became lost again, and I felt like it was my fault that he abandoned me. Feeling like I wasn't in my right mind and like I wasn't safe I looked at our beautiful child that reminded me so much of him, I cried having to make a decision not knowing if I was being smart or not, "Should I give him up?" I wondered, let him go to his father where he can be happier and safer, I don't know if I can take care of him anymore I thought to myself, and I nearly did it. I nearly let the darkness take away the last of my light, but he hugged me and said he didn't want to leave me. I finally made it to the base of the mountain with many scars from the years of wandering, and I started climbing it seeing that bright light at the top radiating that energy into me to keep me climbing, flashes of darkness attacked me as I went up but I overcame them, my body ached and yearned for my journey to be over but that was my fuel to keep going. Just as I reached the top I touched the star and it danced with me, I spun happily on the summit finally being free from the numbing pains, I could feel again, I could look at myself again without the thoughts invading my mind, I no longer stared at that cursed knife begging myself to just end it, now it's just a memory that makes me smile, because I overcame its alluring and devilish charm. I know that any day I could fall off the top of this mountain, but I won't worry about that now, because I see others about to reach the top too, and people are welcoming me here, and if I'm to fall down there again, I know I'll be strong enough to reach the top.