Why Are People There Till You Need Them Most? ! ? ! Poem by Michelle Guza

Gasping for air
But all you do is sit there to stare
But Trying to get my head out of the water higher
all I see standing there is a liar
I’m franticly wiping my eyes so maybe I can see
See that you made a believer out of me
Struggling to stand on my own two feet
I saw you were ready to help but now you retreat
I’m needing for someone to hold me down to ground
But in advise you never made a sound
What is wrong with this picture
What is wrong with the world
Why do you let me trust you again
Then do the same
Do you realize it and do you know
Is it better when you are just my foe
You know I don’t want that but I cant keep trusting you
Not when you mess around like this
This should be a sin this is a mess this is a diss