Quicksand

On the days I don't feel like talking.

Please continue speaking to me,

Because I feel like my life is quicksand and You are keeping me from going under.

And on the days I don't feel like being around anyone.

You continue to come around.

THANK YOU!

Thank you for being the one person to never let go of my hand.

Thank you for not letting me drown in my life.

You are helping me escape.

Bit by bit I can see the sun again, and the rays are lighting up my face.

How do you tell someone that loves you, that you do not feel worthy of love?

That you want to hold their heart in your hands, but are too scared of dropping it, that you never even pick it up.

I'm sorry you have to be the one to pick me up.

I'm sorry that you have to have such a tight grip on me.

On the days where I wish I was dead.

You remind me that I have someone to live for.

That I have so much more to see.

You tell me that I need to see the rays of sun again.

And you tell me how beautiful my face looks in the glow.

I hope you never get tired of holding me above the sand,

because on my worst days, especially on my worst days, I need you to keep me from breathing in mouthfuls of dirt.