Save me

How is it that I can stand so tall, against the gale that threatens to blow me over?

Insufficiency
Is a courtesy
It makes us work harder
But not better.

How is she strong,
When she is so young?
When to sit and cry,
Makes her die?

So many emotions
And so less perfections,
How can one contain
And still pertain?

So obedient,
So expedient.
Can't anyone apprehend,
All she needs is a friend?

Stand by and see
As the abusee
Becomes the destroyer
Of the abuser.

Author's Note

*sighs* Loneliness, pathetic, hate, remorse, and sadness... How can I cope much longer when every second that ticks by, I feel like I get closer and closer to taking the knife so tempting and placing it against my pale flesh...?