Words

Take my half-formed sentences and complete them
And when the days get worse, you will only get words
Mix and match them until they make sense
Everything does, even the letters you get
When my brain is too weak to string together those odd lines and curves
To make words that make sentences that make paragraphs that make sense
Even though nothing makes sense in my head anymore
Lay it all out and organise it and present it to the world
So that they don't know that I'm crashing
That I'm falling
Only you have permission to see me at my weakest
So take my hand under the table where no one can see
Squeeze it to keep me awake, alert
And take my letters, my words
And make sentences out of them
Be my voice when I struggle to find my own