Old friend
Wrap your arms around me
I want you to stay
Comfort me
Let me lie beneath your shade
Stifle my sobs
Console me
Absorbing sound like the sky before snowfall
No escape
Cocooned
A thick air
Muted
No echo
Entombed in silence
Still
No sunlight
Old friend
Comfort me
"There is comfort in the familiar. I find myself clinging to my depression at times as it feels like it’s the only thing I truly know and what really knows me. It feels like a huge part of me and I’m scared of who I may be without it, so I beg it to stay."