I'm still here

I used to be sad, used to mope and grief.

I used to stand on the edge of tears as I saw you.

Now I realise, there is nothing appealing about depression.

Then I saw your sadness.


You became glue for me.

I was in pieces, but then I realized,

you can't handle a broken soul.

You want me to walk away, be whole again.

But I can't do both.

Then I saw your sadness, and I decided which one I would choose.


If you need a friend to talk to, I'm here.

If you want to scream at someone, I can stay standing.

If you need someone to read with you, I'll be at the library.

If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'll stand a little taller for you.

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