Good Title For A Vaguely romantic Poem

Every now and then
the world stops being beautiful
Everything around you
loses meaning
and you are left, wondering:
“what is the point?”
You have stopped screaming
stopped fighting
Numb and empty you stand
unable to care anymore

And that is when
you need me
That is when
you reach for a hand
And if you haven’t cut it off
a hand you will get

I think it always belonged to you anyway