Sometimes I think your mind is an ocean,
A deep blue sea of emotion.
The waves of fear grow tall only to come crashing down,
And fill your thoughts with unease as you drown.

Sometimes I think your mind is a fire,
Your thoughts burn furiously with desire.
Desperate to let go of the self-doubt you hold,
That you burn to black the hope that used to be gold

Sometime I think your mind is a storm,
Where harmless actions maliciously transform.
What used to be part of your routine,
Is an action that paralyses you when you dream.

I see your war,
And I want to help you fight.
I want to see you roar,
I want to help you see the light.

I can see you’re terrified,
But I will remain by your side.
I want to help you but you're trying to hide,
Hide from your own mind.

Because your thoughts are oh so haunting,
But hold my hand and they will seem less daunting.
I know you're stronger than anyone can comprehend,
Strong enough to seek help and allow you to mend.

This is a long road you have to walk,
But you never have to walk it alone.
If you need a distraction then I’ll be the one to talk,
I’ll talk to you the whole way home.