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.