Clasp my hand
When your heart is borken, and you’ve lost all focus on what really matters, clasp my hand so we can get through this together.
When your tired of the games. Your hurting so much you take a blade to your skin, Clasp my hand so you know your not the only one.
When your sitting in your room contemplating suicide. Clasp my hand and realize it’s not worth it.
When there’s no place to go and you’ve lost all hope. Clasp my hand and never let go.
When were both lying there, watching each others chest heave, before our last breath leaves. Clasp my hand and know you where never alone.
This is an older poem i had written. I love how this poem somewhat contradicts itself in a way.
