On the side watching your friend in pain,
they see the world in only gray.
Listening to everything they say that’s insane,
and sometimes you don’t know what to say.
Having to see your best friend cry,
trying to comfort them.
Hearing them say they want to just die,
they break, they fall, like a broken stem.
Even though it hurts you inside
you listen to their cry for help.
Even though you know you’ve tried
you continue to listen to their yelp.
You watch them rot away
like an apple core.
You tell them tomorrow’s a new day
they say you’ve said that before.
This goes on for months or years;
the depression may fade.
After sitting with them and shedding those tears
they know you care because you stayed.