Hold my hand,

Hold my hand, because my words are fleeting, and are only full of clichés,

Hold my hand, because this means I am inviting a reaper.

Hold my hand, because putting words on paper aren’t helping me anymore,

And because you’re the best medicine I have right now.


A anti- depressant…

I have been fighting depression,

By forgetting  oppression,

 And   I am lost guessing.

what is considered,                right and wrong.


It’s all in my head,

So hold my hand, because I need know I’m grounded.

Hold my hand so I know you’re real, because I used think kindness like that was just fantasy.

Hold my hand, because when she left I lost a grip on my sanity.

The End

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