Feedback for Original Work: "Take My Hand! Please..."?
Just so I can run away?
And the things you want to hear
So I know just what not to say?
Will you be my light in darkness
I will use to blind my eyes?
And the warmth when I am freezing
So I burn myself alive?
Be a shoulder I can lean on
'Til you crumple to the floor;
Give me everything I wanted
So that I can ask for more.
I have lived not many years yet,
Still I've come to understand
Not to bear another's judgment
Who would choose to hold my hand.