Take My Hand
Take My Hand1 min 202 1 min 202
When your brain rejects your body,
your soul rejects your heart,
Where do you go?
Everything is slow and dark.
Nothing makes sense and everything hurts. You're calm.
You've made a home out of this desolation. Storms help you sleep,
blur the empty,
make it feel full
You're filled with fog so no one can see
you're all vapour and no earth.
When a hand comes to pull you out,
you don't take it.
You find more comfort
against the corner wall of your brain
that always has your back,
instead of this foreign hand
that might leave you halfway,
leave you to free fall
right into that hole you made your home,
break a few more pieces of you.
So you let that hand go.
When you push hard enough,
which assures you that your hole
is in fact, safer.
Take me. Take me nonetheless.
Let me hold you, help you.
You don't know if I'd leave you out to dry.
Take me nonetheless.
You might risk your already fragile heart.
Take me still.
You're not alone.
I see you, I've been you.
Take my hand cause I took someone's.