Your Hand

You're going to be evicted tomorrow
at least that's what I hear.
Your sister called me on the phone this afternoon
hoping I could solve your problem.

Hoping I would hold your hand.

I have nothing that you want dear mother:
No money, no pills and no heart left for you to abuse.

I wonder when the world is going to realize
that I can't make anything better.
that I am weak and powerless inside but
I've just got a good game face.

And so I smile through transparent tears
and tell you everything will be okay
and hold the same hand that so long ago
drew blood from my face.

Hoping against all hope that this time
you'll never let it go.