Jul 2016
And oh, darling,
I am thankful because
I have such small hands
which can grab the pen and paper I need
to write down my untidy thoughts, like
the disarray my sheets lay in
because I didn't have the energy to make my bed this morning;
the depression comes in waves
which crash over my head and drag me down
and when I open my eyes again
I remember that I saw you in my sleep
Oh, lover, I saw you in my sleep.
I am thankful because
I have such small hands
which can grab the pen and paper I need
to write down my untidy thoughts, like
the disarray my sheets lay in
because I didn't have the energy to make my bed this morning;
the depression comes in waves
which crash over my head and drag me down
and when I open my eyes again
I remember that I saw you in my sleep
Oh, lover, I saw you in my sleep.
Based on the song Such Small Hands by La Dispute -- the song I tried to commit suicide to a year ago. I heard it for the first time again a few minutes ago and as I sit here shaking, I decided to write.
