Talk it out

This is not written by me but hey, no harm in sharing.

To those
who lose themselves
in the labyrinths
of depression
and sadness
and sickness of a disease
the name of which
is yet to be discovered
to those
who fight every second
every minute
day after day
for hours at a stretch
with none
but themselves
to those
who have blue hearts
and bluer thoughts,
Who cry in pain
and harder in joy
because joy?
J?
O?
Y?
What is joy to thme?
to those.
All those
Come.
Take my hand.
And talk.
Talk about a thing.
Talk
Talk about something.
Talk
Talk about everything.
Talk, darling, talk.
And trust me,
once you have,
you'd find your heart
swimming in glee
among bubbles of solace
and rainbow of freedom,
because I would listen.
Readily.
Willingly.
Merrily.
And try gifting you a proverbial armchair
of words
which would lull you to sleep
every time something dulls you to death.
You and I,
together would kick depression out
from the house that your body is
because, darling, your house is yours.
And none can reside in it
against your will.
You and I,
together would wash sadness
from the walls that your skin is.
Because, darling, your walls are yours.
And non can inscribe things on it
against your will.
You and I,
together would emerge victorious.
Because, darling, we'd talk it out.
And we sure will!