Eeyore

The old grey stuffed donkey still lays in my bed,

Troubled.

Gloomy.

Depressed.

When he was by me I would never fear of the night lurking in the closet,

Sometimes when I say,

"I'm okay,"

I need someone to look at me in the eyes,

Hug me tight and say,

"I know you're not!"

Eeyore is that someone.