I follow myself around my flat,
feeding the time
my contemplations;
it’s already dark by 3 in the afternoon.

I carry my turmoil
with pins in my pockets,
i keep my hands inside.

Depression boils
all my frozen insides,
makes them bland
and chewable.

Look at my seams: untouched, raw.
I sew them gently,
my hands were shaking
with almost fear
that I can't put
a needle through my soul
myself. Alone.

I am afraid to say, to be the one
who finally admits
that help comes forward,
if only I
let someone touch the seams,
and heal it,
and help me heal myself.

You are my best friend
Someone I know will always be there
Someone I can tell all of my deepest darkest secrets
And know that you won’t tell anyone else

Your heart is as pure as water from a mountain spring
You wear it on your sleeve for everyone to see
You inspire me to be my best
Even in my lowest times

You support everything I do
No matter what it is
I trust you with my life
And I know you trust me with yours.