I can't untangle the string anymore
Hands shaking, grasping at the knots
Purple, cold and numb are now my fingers
Arms shaking, weak, barley moving anymore
Vision has gone blurry making it impossible to see the knots
I can't untangle the string that is me
The tangled knotted mess I've become
But then you came along
Hands not fatigued or aching
With a better view of the string, telling me where to pull  
Slowly slowly
The knots began to fall, till there was nothing more then creases