𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹

I want to hold your hand.
I want to be here but you make it so hard to stand.
You drag me down to my knees.
Is this what it takes just to be pleased?

Help me help you.
This journey is for me too.
It’s so hard to stick around.
You pull me down to the ground.

I’m tired and I know you don’t see it.
You only notice my grip.
And even though I’m doing this to help your life.
You could care less about mine.

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