Crutch

My hands are always shaking, but never from the cold. My heart is always racing, from secrets never told. I'm always out of breath my dear, but not from the lack of air. My eyes are always aching, Because I can't avert my stare. Its a deep and painful need, I can't control the way I feel. I will keep on going, until I feel something real. My throat is always parched and dry, but not for need of water. I'm nervous, like an animal, waiting for the slaughter. I feel a deep and hungry ache, for your hands, your mouth, your touch. It carries me, and it cripples me, my sweet and painful crutch. It eats me frrom the inside out, and yet it carries me through. I won't give in, and I won't give out, until I get my hands on you. My crutch, it carries me, it carries me through. My crutch, it carries me, it carries me through. My crutch, it carries me, it carries me through. And my crutch, it cripples me, cause i'm still sad, alone, and blue....