My Dark

When i was younger
I was afraid of the dark.
The dark was never my friend.
He always made me feel scared of what was beyond it.
When i got older  
Slowly, the dark creped into my heart.
Didnt make me cold
Didnt make me feel scared.
I started to enjoy his presents
I craved his silence and peace.
People looked for the light during their hardships
I begged for the dark to keep me sane.
He never failed me.
He never ignored me
He was always there when i needed help
In the darkness of my room is where i always want to be.
With my darkness is who i want to be with.