I should have died that day.
One person kept that from happening.
Her name is Love and Compassion.
I hate her.

She is not always there for me.
She turns her back when I need her.
Only when I don't want her,
She reigns over me.

No one is there for me,
But two who I depend on.
They answer me.
They wait for me.

One I call a friend.
This one I can talk to.
She gives me life,
But she will abandon me.

The other I call an ally.
He is always on my side.
He is weak,
But he will win in the end.

I trust my friend.
She fights my ally.
My friend keeps me from harm,
But soon enough...