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.