Hands That Don’t Hold

There are days I hold my head down
Staring at the flesh and blood of my hands
Cursing them for all they could not hold
Like how they let you slip right through them
With no struggle to be had
There are days I talk to no one outside myself
A mouth that is worthless
That didn’t say the words you so desperately needed to hear
There are many days I hold my head down
A cursed mouth and hands
Inept, for certain
Still wondering how they let you go