Prick you finger,

watch it bleed,

feel the pain coarse,

Because now a friend you need,

I am sorry I cannot find the words,

to make things brighter,

I am sorry I cannot find the comfort,

to make things lighter,

Tears crash forth in waves,

of salt watery sadness,

engulfing everything it reaches,

baring everything into madness,

But then,

there is someone who is immune,

someone to pull you through,

You will be alive again soon,

They reach in,

in the midst of your drowning,

They pull you out,

telling you to not listen to those trumpets sounding,

They revive you,

hold you,

rock you,

release the pain from you,

I am not immune from the sadness,

but I will risk being taken myself,

to jump in,

and save you,

The sadness engulfs me already,

seeing you in such a way,

sinking… drowning…

to depths I cannot say,

But do know this,

I will swim until I have you in my grasp,

and pull you back,

So we both can be happy… together…