As I sat in the cold, colorless room,
Tears spilling from my eyes, I think:
'Nobody needs me' and 'Nobody cares'
My friends, they concern themselves with themselves
My joy had shackles chained to the deepest part of me
My mind was dust-ridden
My fists were clenched, begging someone to hear
The screams of my soul
But I look to my left and see a Friend, who says:
'Are you okay?' and 'Talk to me about it'
I remember the stories she's told of her cancer-ridden sister
and of her anxiety-filled mind, and of how her smile is still the brightest
If her laugh is still the sweetest, if her words are still the kindest,
Then I do have hope; although small, at least I have Something.