Irrational

Why do I fear your hands more than I do my own?

Yours are only a little bigger.

A little rougher.

More experienced.

But sometimes small things are better.

They're more tender.

More innocent.

For years, I have been watching myself die.

Each day eats away at my soul.

When awake at 3 a.m. you are either in love or lonely.

I don't know which one is worse.

I am afraid of both.

When I finally meet my end

I won't be scared, I won't defend
The things I've done
I don't need Him like you do - I don't fear Him like you do

He can't save me the way He does you.

I never want to see tomorrow.

I fear it more than you do.

If you leave me, I'll be afraid of everything.
I already am.