..HEALING..

I don't know what I'm feeling

I don't know what to do

My head spins fast, my heart beats hard

And nothing here feels true

But there you are, you're bleeding

In fact, you might be dead

Agh, I've got to get a grip

Not give up, heal instead

The sparks dance up your body

As bone-cold as the grave

I'm choking back my teenage tears

Shaky and not brave

You lapse into convulsions

Vent steam and clack your teeth

Your mismatched eyes blink open

And I can finally breathe

You glance, disoriented

And I laugh through my sobs

Because, thank gods, you're still alive

And that's all that I want

And I know what I'm feeling

And I know what to do

And I know completely that I

Could never do without you

A/N: One of my friends told me to write a poem about Holly's feelings as a teenager. So, duh, I had to write about this scene, didn't I?