I won’t be alone; I’ll just hold my own hand.
Scared
Anxious
But not alone.
I’ll be there to pat myself on the back and say “I’m proud of you for being strong”

Many won’t know what pain my tomorrow may consist of.  Most won’t care.
Meanwhile my heart is a thousand miles away, seeking pleasure in a new and exciting place.

And so it seems, my heart won’t even remember what day it is tomorrow.

But none of that matters, for I am here.
I will be there to hold my own hand.
I will be there to feel the pain.
I will be there to tell myself to forget.

I, and only I will be there tomorrow.
A room full of strangers may try to soothe me.
But I, only I will be there tomorrow.