Dear Depression- Part Three

Dear depression,

I saw a star tonight,
Barely hanging on a thread.
It seemed like me,
Almost entirely gone but still there.
It was begging for someone to notice it,
To feel its pain.
I am that star,
Barely hanging on in this universe,
Trying to find a reason not to pull away from gravity.
I am asking them to let me go,
To let me float and find my own gravity
But no one will let me,
No one.
They blame me for burning out,
For dimming my lights.
They think I have control over it.
I have as much control over my lights
As the stars do over theirs.
Take me with you,
I asked the star.
Take me with you
For I have noticed you.
Take me,
Let me be.

Love,
Samragni