I'll give you my sleeve if you take my heart.
I know how to please,
not fall apart.

My love for you is like the first slice of chocolate cake.

I keep eating more thinking it will feel as good as the first.

But I'm down to the last and I feel nothing but sick.

Sometimes you get depressed and its hard to admit you need a helping hand.
Sometimes you just need someone to push past your wall and let you know that they're there and that they care and that they understand or at least want to try to.
Because you can't get it all out yourself.
That's what depression is like.
And its **** hard.

All those who look but do not see,
Those who listen but do not hear,
Show such a lack of empathy
That those who truly care should fear.

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