These scars do not diminish my worth. These scars are not unattractive, deal-breaking pieces of baggage. These scars do not make me a bad partner. These scars are not a reason to stay away.
Depression, you have made me believe that I am the lowest of the low. And because of this, you isolate me, hide me away from anyone but yourself. It isn’t fair.
And it was in that simple question And in your kind and gentle lips, That you pulled me to the surface And gave me a long-awaited breath of fresh air Just at the exact moment that I was about to drown.