Three words

It forms out of pure love,
Takes less then a second to say,
2 and a half seconds to type,
It's three simple words.

No not those words,
Those words are unstable and confusing
Ascending you to heaven or burying you in hell,
A unknown entropy.

I'm talking about true and genuine,
Never inflecting wounds or scarring anyone.
An attempt to heal and better,
Making sure you're all there.

Do you know what I'm talking about yet?
You see these words wrap around you like a warm blanket every time,
Informing you you're not alone,
That whoever it is cares about you.

I lay here in my bed,
Only my depression for company,
The suspense from a upcoming breakdown floats in the air,
Anxiety holding me by my neck.

Staring at my black phone screen,
Waiting for it to light up,
As the cold dark hands grip me tighter,
The air so thick I can barely breath.

Waiting for a text, call, even email,
A knock on the door, a bell ringing,
A presence besides my crippling depression,
Where's my friends now?

My phone stays silent,
As loneliness locks me in my room ,
Emotions rampaging through my brain,
Keeping it all in as I grip my hair and pull,

Not sure what to do,
How I remove these hands off my neck,
Clean the air in my bedroom,
Or kick depression out the door.

I scream for help no one able to hear,
Clutching my phone in my shaking hands,
Waiting for three words,
"How are you?"