Someone New

I'm in a odd place where I'm still depressed as ever but I use other people as a pick me up. This is a very bad way of coping because it's not always going to work and it's very unstructured. I'm in a strange place now due to this one boy. Sweet as apple pie but fragile as a glass house. I like to think I can save him. Deep down I know that's not true but it makes me feel like I've got a purpose.

Nothing but skin and bones he is. He's crude but oh so precious. In the way where you want to help a baby bird with broken wings. He's not mine. I don't want him to be but to meet somebody like me is very curious. His anxiety is no match for anything. Appears confidence but is a text book example for depression. I know what I'm doing.

I'm getting myself involved in something that I have no right to. He is not my friend. I don't know him but darn it. I know what it feels like. My fear of somebody going through that is bigger than the damage it's going to do in return. I can only feel complete knowing that there's somebody out there that needs me. Even if it's just a little bit. 

I know this won't work because you're not even standing on your own two feet. How can we both lay on the ground and not move. That's not living. That's sad.