My Depression and Suicide poems

37.)

You turned your back,
About to go.
So instead I stopped you,
And little do you know.

I may have only held you,
For a small amount of time.
But I secretly wish,
I could once again call you mine.

I want to hold your hand,
Intertwine your fingers with my own.
Because to me you are,
My one and only home.

I want to hold you forever,
And shower you with love.
For to me you are,
My beautiful turtle dove.

But I understand your pain,
I've put you through hell.
I thought you would leave me,
So I hid inside a shell.

Now we're here...
Where I held you last.
I just want to embrace you,
And forget the past.