..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?
