And I don’t think you’ll ever understand,

That every time I took your hand,

I was screaming out,

That I needed help without a doubt.

You did not understand,

When I held your hand,

Something changed inside,

And I forgot all the reasons I ever cried.

I now understand,

Why I long to hold your hand.

When the darkness comes,

And beats its drums,

Oh, how I understand.

That within your hand,

The desire to purge my veins,

Was no longer sustained.


-m.j.