any more any less

the more we care ...

any more any less

i'm doing alright i suppose

i get comfortable in my way

too comfortable perhaps

the dark comes raging 

staking claim for

once held strangling control

assaulting my very being with insecurity of self

i often reach out for friendly hand

the damage has been done

best of friends has grown weary 

of the downside i sometimes fail to avoid

i understand for i see the me

the me

through their eyes 

for one they have 

care and concern

many have given up 

one said it pains her so 

bearing witness 

to my slow demise 

like yesterday's full bloom

now withering not quietly

another said 

i'm so sorry for you my friend

i just have no idea what to do

what can i say 

it's ok i still love ya

there are many times 

i just don't care 

any more any less 

many times

i just don't care

reach out the caring hand

to those suffering depression

it's not like they crossed the tracks

into the bad side of town

and caught something

reach out the caring hand

please

Author's Note

the more we care the better we become