You are wrong

The world loves you kid. You are not worthless.
Will you stop feeling depressed if I be your friend? You know you can find me here, all the time. No one has ever seen me for who I am either and probably never will, but when you see yourself for who you is... all other people are seen as extensions of the self or reflections of who you are.
See, this is how I know the world does love you, IT told me so. Because I love you and the world loves all the things I love.

If I write a poem for a kid, would it mean anything?
Said what's it gonna take until my baby's alright?

my Her.O.
a rose here with me
hidden away from everyone else
in the privacy of our secret place
in the silence of the darkness
afraid to shut the Door
closed all the Way
waking dreams into Wonder
two little kids holding hands in their sleep