This is me
falling apart
on my bathroom floor,
bleeding and lost,
**** razor
left me sore.

I hope that you understand
the power
I've given you.

My love
is a weapon
in your hands,
if you're cruel.

I'm held together
by tape,
shallow optimism,
and hope;
by the faint memories
of better days.

Please,
for now,
just give me
your hand.

You don't have to
help me up,
just let me hold it
for a while.