What Do I Do? (Part 1) Poem by Sandra jacks

There is a dark void where im standing,
its so dark id be scared to see,
if i were to turn on this light,
i dont know what there'd be.

On the other hand,
i like the darkness,
but just not this type,
this type makes me feel,
like my soul is being sucked from my body,
makes me feel like somethings not right.

On the other hand,
what is in the light,
im rather curious,
i fear this cold chill run down my spine,
like what i may soon see,
when i turn on this light,
might be something evil,
it might see me too,
it might want to hurt me,
hell,
what do i do.