An Angel at my end

They don’t see this like I do,
What I am going through,
Do this. Do that,
I am not your doormat,

Why pretend I’m enough,
No one is that tough,
I look now for this cope,
That may save this, I hope.

My tearful eyes see only but red.
The once blue of them is now dead,
Shouting doesn’t help me,
Looking now doesn’t help me see,

Desperate as ever, I was today,
Willing to just get down and pray,
Bring me a sign of what is there,
Show me that you do care,

Looking around what is mine,
Was I ever really that fine?
Did I deserve what I am given?
Beaten around, carelessly driven.

Then I remember of course, you,
You seem really to have no clue,
You bring miracles from what you said,
You may just yet bring me back from the dead.