My wrist hurts, Im loosing alot of it. The bathroom ground is cold.
What I need is her arms around me, I need someone to hold.
My eye's are un-focused, staring at the shapes in the wallpaper.
I need her to tell me it's alright, to feel my hand inside hers.
Turning over on my side, only makes it hurt worse. Im staining my favorite shirt.
I woke up to find you standing over my bed. holding my hand in yours.
Reason for writing:
Personal experience..self explanitory
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