Mrs. Cynosure (May 17 1987 / Junction City Oregon)

Gagged sharp rocks that cut though flesh
Like razor blades cut though butter
Make up the stair case I climb up alone
By myself I try and try to get though the next agonizing step
But with each and every lonesome step I take
My body becomes more broken and torn to pieces
Along with my heart that needs desperately someone
To catch me as I fell
To help carry the load
To make everything go away
To make it better
To make every excruciatingly painful step
Worth living for but every time I scream out to someone
I need help I can't do this anymore on my own
It becomes a whisper
I've become so use to people not caring
I tell my self I don't need anyone
I can do this all by my self
But my heart aced for someone

Then I fell down and down the abnormally sharp rocks
Cut into my body
But I kept falling and falling down the hill that took
So long to climb
Not even attempting to stop my self
Thug a sharp rock sliced into my head knocking me out

The moment I woke up
I saw something that changed my life
This handsome, charming guy was watching over me
And I thought I had met god but I was still in hell
As he watched me and I him
Something came over me it wasn't that no one was listening
When I yelled for help
It's that he was made to hear me
They weren't so they didn't
Cause they couldn't

I asked who you are.
Why are you helping me?
Do you really care about me?
All he said was
I am your life's net
Here to catch you when you fall.