The depression never ends.
I'm not always strong enough to defend myself.
No more gentle friends.
Their wounds I would always mend.
I'm the one you can depend.
But in return you give me all the torment you can send.
Just because you feel no hope right now doesn't mean you won't feel any tomorrow.
The gift of sensitivity comes with a curse of sorrow.
Worried to return something you wish you never had to borrow.
In front of enemies never let them see you cower.
Surviving through suffering increases your power.