When I couldn't breathe,
I turned to oxygen.
When I couldn't wake,
I turned to alarms.
When I couldn't sleep,
I turned to lullabies.
When I couldn't see,
I turned to lights.
When I couldn't feel,
I turned to pain.
When I couldn't hurt,
I turned to depression.
When I couldn't feel a thing,
I turned to you.
I turned to oxygen.
When I couldn't wake,
I turned to alarms.
When I couldn't sleep,
I turned to lullabies.
When I couldn't see,
I turned to lights.
When I couldn't feel,
I turned to pain.
When I couldn't hurt,
I turned to depression.
When I couldn't feel a thing,
I turned to you.
When I could finally feel again,
you turned to me.
-LJ
4 January 2015
revised 21 April 2016
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