Who will hold my hand?

I walk over to my dad , and ask him to hold my hand . He looks at me and says " uhh , ask your mom". I shrug and walk away. Over to my mom ,ask her will you  hold my hand " Don't you have any friends?" she questions me . I think i do , i tell myself. I go to my friends , they are always in a cheery mood , makes me smile . I ask them all to hold my hand . They look at me , give me looks , half forced smiles. Some pat my back , some walk away . Some say they will hold my hand ,  but i always end up being the one who holds theirs . I guess that's the most i will have . I grow desperate , will a teacher hold me hand ... no that's their job . Will someone on the street ... they are probably busy , and dont know me . My uncles and aunts , cousins and relatives ? the only thing conecting us is blood . How i despise it but how i love to see it trickle down my arm . Will people on the internet hold my hand , yeah no , it feels like it but we both know its never there . I grow even more desperate , i scream and shout , for stranger and people who i don't know their name "WILL YOU HOLD MY HAND?" no one answer , they leave me there ,  eyes open shock , quickly running away. I look down at my hands , they're slowly rotting away . Walking tiered home , skin is slowly falling off . I lay on my bed , arms is dangling off , maybe the monster under it will hold my hand , it hisses ... nothing else . That's when i look up and ask , just as they are falling off " Who will hold my hand?"