A Plea, to your Santiy

Awoken by the crys,
Desperate rituals,
Crazy lies.

Hard to witness,
Trying to hide,
All along your escaping my side.

Can i save you, should i try?
Can i make you,
Not want to die?

I can't relate to what i don't know,
I can't believe
You have sunk this low.

The one person i thought i may trust,
Sees there selfish pity
As a must.

I'll tell you now, I hate to see,
You inflicting this pain,
In all honesty.

I love you so, and now it's said,
Your life is good,
And it'll kill me if you were dead.

About the little girl i once was, about the 12yr old without a friend in the world, other than herself. sad i know. i hate it.