Cookies and IceCream

She's depressed, she says, clutching a pint of Ben and Jerry's with a moue of sadness caught on her face. Normally so strong, caught up in the "fuck it"s and the "i dont care"s, she fell in that quicksand pit of hearts and roses. And now she's sinking.
I hope that she can grab onto my bag of chewy Chips Ahoy and let me pull her out, but I know it's one of those rare fights she can only win alone. And i should know. I am, after all, in a fight of my own.
So friendship cheers us on from the sidelines and wipes the blood from our faces when we hit the mat. But friendship's a shitty coach in some ways, as it can't throw in the towel for us.
And how i wish i could throw in the towel for her...