I cannot see, I cannot feel, I cannot talk, I cannot move, I cannot think.
Yet in all of it, there you are...taking care of me...reaching and pulling while I cannot do for myself. you battle my war as I stay lost in my thoughts.
I can do nothing more than lay here...you try to feed me and I will not eat, you try to get me to drink and I will not drink. you battle my war as I stay lost in my thoughts.
You take me and bath me...and wash my hair. I feel you brush my hair but you are unaware. I cannot feel too deeply and guilt that you are here eats me, as you battle my war as I stay lost in my thoughts.
You lay me in bed and tell me to stay, but to the floor I go...too guilt ridden to stay where you put me, as you battle my war as I stay lost in my thoughts.
I can feel your frustration as you struggle to help me. If only you knew that I cared. I want to scream at you that I don't need you, nor any one else...for guilt is an emotion is a card that has been dealt.
Leave me alone now, inside I scream.I know you will soon...you will give up on me. I expect no less, expect no more...inside my battles roar.
A little thing made a glass, pressed into my hand to guide me back. I do not want it, do not want to care...yet you lay there beside me holding it there.
In your voice you whisper to me, all the care in the world. I can hear what you tell me and feel the piece of glass...but to care would hurt me and bring back the past.
Next to me...I feel you slip into me. You become part of my heart and soul. The bite of the glass reminds that you are near, and the look in your eyes reminds you are here...
and gently...drops a single tear.
((Author Unknown))
