“When depression pays visit”

When your old friend knocks
At your bright green door,
I hope you aren’t at home

When your old friend whispers his thoughts
And tells you to touch that blade,
I hope you don’t listen

When your old friend looks you in the eye and tells you
You aren’t enough;
You don’t belong here;
You cannot be loved;
I hope you don’t agree with him

When your old friend asks to touch your heart
And takes away every piece of feeling you have
I hope you won’t let that happen

In case all of these things happen –

I hope you wake up in the morning
Thinking things can still change
I hope you see beauty in everything around you.

Lastly, I hope the universe becomes kind enough
To embrace your damaged soul and broken bones.

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“When depression pays visit”