The Fight Often Lost

The gun was in her hand,
It'd be all over in just a second,
That's all she could understand.

The phone echoed in her ear,
Who could it be?
That was her one and only fear.

She was refusing to answer
But the thought was there,
moving like a slow cancer

She picked up the phone,
cursing herself for it,
Quickly she heard a friend's soft tone.

"Are you okay? I'm worried."
"Yes I'm fine."
She could be done if she hurried.

"I care about you."
"No one does."
"I do and I love you too."

She couldn't stand it,
Why was he doing this?
Why was she listening to it?

The conversation has just begun,
She said he was a great friend,
He got her to put down the gun.

She never picked it up after that night.
This boy saved her life
He helped her win the fight.