the sadness rolls in like a fog and then i am lost. can i hold your hand till i find myself ?

We fight and you say you've had enough. Can we make it? I can't imagine life without you. I know if forced I can make but that's not what I want. I wish so bad you talk to me instead of others but I have caused this space with my insecurities. I need help that you say you cannot give. All I ask is that you hold my hand till the fog lifts and I find myself.