Alone

You feel so small.

I know,

Because I feel small, too.

You feel lost.

You feel broken.

You feel helpless.

You feel alone.

But you are not as alone

As you think.

I know,

Because I feel alone, too.

In the darkest hour of night

When your head hurts

And your pillow feels hard

And your feet are too cold

And the tears won't stop

But you have to be quiet

Because how would you explain

If they found you --

When you reach your hand out

And grab the edge of your sheet

Because you have nothing else

To hold onto,

And no one else is there,

You are not the only one.

I am gripping the edge of my sheet

Or my pillow,

Or tearing at my own skin

Like a lifeline.

You are not alone.

When you think

All you have to hold onto

Is a cold bed sheet,

Close your eyes,

And hold your hand instead,

And imagine it is my hand.

I will be imaging that I am holding yours.

Because that's all we want, isn't it?

A hand to hold onto;

To know that we aren't alone.

And tomorrow

Might not be any better;

Every face you look at

May look dumb

And lifeless,

And you may wonder

"Maybe we are lifeless.

Maybe we have nothing

To hold onto."

But don't let go.

Don't give up.

Because if I go,

Who's hand

Will you hold onto?

And if you go,

Who's hand

Will I hold onto?

Please hold on.

I don't want to be alone.