Take Me

Hold my hand. Don't you ever let go.
I'm scared and you know it.
Hold my hand, and hold me close.
I'm scared but I don't want to show it.

But it does. It shows oh so well.
And I hate it. Never have I been so exposed.
But I can't help it. It's a living hell.
And I have to live in it. I guess that's how life goes.

It feels like they're driving a knife into my heart,
Hug me so that it cannot reach my chest.
It feels like they're tearing me apart,
Hug me so that I hold together nonetheless.

But I'm falling to pieces,
I need you to stitch me back together.
But I can't bring myself to leave this,
I need you to carry me forever.

Take me home, dear child.
Take me, but don't take me alive.