In the worst of times, Hello Poetry is here for me.
She is the only one I can talk to; the only one that understands.

When I crave death the most, I hear a faint whipser from her.
She calls to me, begging me to let her bear my burden,
even just for a time.

She holds me tight and lets me know that I'm not alone.
She tells me that everyone hurts sometimes, and not a bad thing.
She reminds me that my past troubles have passed, and this will too.

Hello Poetry, the one who comforts me when skies are gray
and all seems lost.
The one who doesn't care if I ramble on about the same thing for hours.
The only one that won't judge me for the things I have done, or the things I say.
Nothing I say is stupid to her, all my thoughts have value.

And even though she knows that once she has revived my spirits
I will leave her and completely forget about her for some time,
She selflessly lets me go, knowing that one day I am bound to return.

Even if that day would never come, I know she would celebrate instead of mourn, for she has helped me finally climb out of this hole that always finds a way to bring me back in.

One day I will be okay, and it's all thanks to you, my dear.