“Talk to me,” your voice drowning
in a sea of pain trying to keep afloat.
“Talk to me,” your voice panics,
hearing my words hesitate in my throat.
I tried to find the person behind your words,
the person I have loved all these years,
the person before your mind destroyed you
and pulled you into its dark depression.
I remembered all the times I’ve told you I love you,
and all the words I have said,
only to have those words caught in your sea of misery
and emerged as a distorted mess by the time they reached you.
“Talk to me,” your words float to me
like a ghost tugging at my soul to join it in its hell.
I search for a way to find you again,
to tell you I still love you no matter what you have become.
I reached out through the silence
and pulled you close to me.
I let my heart say “I love you,”
and my story run through me.
A story of love that’s watched your happiness fade away.
A love that’s seen the darkness engulf you,
A love that’s fought against the change,
A love that’s sent me falling into your dark chambers,
nearly never seeing day again.
But this is a love story of patience,
as I wait here by your side.
I don’t know whether you will ever find your way out,
But I’ll never stop holding that light.
Editor’s Note: “Talk to Me” and “Talk to Me 2” is a glimpse into the complexities of those caring for loved ones with depression. It is a small tribute to these silent heroes and their endurance of a battle that rages every day.
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