Here I stand,

Far from you.

In our hearts,

Emotions so few.


We speak and talk,

Whispering promises of love.

Yet the paved future

Washes away like chalk.


You try to help,

I try to see

The beauty you say

Rests within me.


I don't know what to do,

I need a hand.

I'm scared of water,

Will you be my land?


My pathetic ways have to changem,

I need to fight.

And if it's for you,

Then i'll fight with all my might.


It's hard to say how I feel,

But with you I don't need to.

You somehow know

Even when I never knew.


Having a heart isn't a weakness,

Having a heart is strength.

Yet when is the line drawn,

And at what length?

This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741