Walking talking depression

Who's too big around the waist

Saying you're messed up

But what I'll never understand

Is how you think that you're 

Not good enough.

You want to be thinner

But you're skinnier than me

You probably think weight

Makes you ugly

But even if you were fat

You're beautiful to me.

I never ask for help 

To save me from myself

But I reach out to others

To do for them just what

I wish someone did for me

So it makes me sad

That I can't help you

As far as I'm aware

But still I write this poem

To show you how much 

I care.