I already am the 'rock' or so I'd like to think. I'm just usually not an open person, but I am with her is what I meant. I keep my depression under wraps, for the most part.
Holding it all in, Pushing it into a tight little ball, Ignoring all those feelings, Then one day it all comes out and you break down, and you are left there wondering to yourself all these things, It could be better, It could be worse. but I wouldnt advise that
Again. I talk to her when it starts getting bad. I'm her rock, she's mine. I guess that's the simplest way to put it. We balance each other out, but every foundation is bound to get a few cracks.