That's all
5 drafts all written to prevent a call
But there are no more, for now at least
On my emotions these thoughts will feast
Gone for now, or forever. Who knows?
It's okay, my spirit grows
At least I'm trying to be happy
After a year of feeling utterly crappy
Good morning or goodnight
I'm awake at all times, by sun or by moon light
Wearing long sleeves has become current
All because the feeling was deterrent
But as soon as I begin to fall
Six people reaching out in all
"It's going to be okay."
"Only listen to what we say."
"You're a lovely person."
"Joy is what we will immerse in."
"It's okay to cry, it's okay to be angry too."
"We all love you."
6 people lifting me up
A seventh reaches down with a quirky grin, "sup?"
A giggle and a snort escape my mouth
They all prevent me from falling south
A smile graces my features and I'm okay
They're here for me, in every which way
