The Friend Outside

I know you can't "snap out of it"
Some days, can't even fight.
I know you're trapped inside that pit,
Devoid of love or light.

I know you hate that spirit scar
That mars who you could be
Oh, how I wish that you could see
Who I can see you are.

Depression traps the soul within,
One cannot help oneself.
So let me love you, darling, when
You cannot love yourself.

And though it is outside I stand,
I hope I'm breaking through.
I want to say, I'm here for you.
Just reach . . . . . . . . . . . and take my hand.