The Other Side of Disorder

You know that disorder, the one called depression? Where every emotion is hindered by blank expressions? You tell them it's fine, they're beautiful, it's okay But they still don't know how to get through the day You always tell them exactly what you mean That to you, at least, they're not some plain human being But they can't hear you, not their fault, it's not pride You know this is true...but you're dying inside You scream and you shout, not knowing what to do Then you sit up and wonder, is this what they go through? Is this depression? No No, this is concern for a friend And a fear for their end As you hope thy don't fade away into the night Knowing you can't do anything to chase off their fright And their pain is constant, it just doesn't stop But if they give up the fight, your heart will just pop Then you ask if it's selfish, for you to want them to stay To keep them on earth, make them fight day by day Tears flow through the night, and you fear morning's light Terrified by the call, saying that they gave up the fight You finally wake up, and your eyes search for the phone For any indication to know they're not gone There's a message there and you laugh like a fool It's them saying "get up or you'll be late for school." You meet up and cheer inside, but you notice that dull in their eye That says deep within they still want to die You realize, through the cracks in your heart you've got to push out the pain Throw out the negative, fill it with the hope that you gain Take them by hand and put fun in their days And hope evermore that their mind can still change Show them each day that they matter to you And never forget what one friend can do