Don’t tell me that you understand, don’t tell me that you know,
Don’t tell me that I will survive or how I will surely grow.
Don’t tell me that this is just a test, that I am truly blessed.
That I am chosen for this task, apart from all the rest.
Don’t come at me with answers, that can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.
Don’t stand in pious judgment of the bounds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer, and don’t tell me how to cry!
My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,
But, I need you now, I need your love, unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share.
Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say, “My friend, I care.”
Author, Joanetta Hendel
