Hold.
Hold me tight.
This isn't about love.
It's about surviving.
I hope you know.
That I won't survive.
Anything I do.
All that I say.
Will be wasted.
With the knives on my skin.
Hold.
Hold me tight.
Before I say goodbye.
So I might hate you.
At least you held me.
In my final hour.
Hold.
Hold me tight.
So I can deny.
The last night.
You gave me back.
The strength I thought I lost.
Friend.