There wil be days where you feel like the fingers of despair are wrapped tightly around your neck
There will be days when your chest constricts and you cannot breath
There will be days when you feel like the world is closing in on you
And your chest is ripped open
On those days
Come to me
And
Let me fight off the fingers of despair
Let me breathe air back into your lungs
Let my strong arms shield you from the world
And let me sew back together your ripped open chest
Let me love you