Hollow pain
Tired eyes
Weak limbs
Yourself you despise

Cold heart
Numb body
No feeling
Constant worry

This is what happens, when depression takes hold,
You just want it end
As your spirit grows cold...

Can I tell you something though?
It's something I have learned...
A person that reaches out to help,
Is an angel who's wings they have earned...


They want to make you better,
They love to see you smile...


Sometimes it just helps,
Knowing they go the extra mile