I'm always the damsel in distress.. People dont see it. I'm their hero. Their rock.. Their pillar. They dont realize I'm the one in need of rescuing. It hurts me. I cant be their Hercules. I cant be their Superman. I'm not invincible. A bullet can kill me and I'm not an immortal god.I wonder what they would think if they ever heard this. Would they be crushed? Devastated? Relived? Or down right disappointed. Maybe they're selfish. Maybe I am. I dont know I just need someone to be there for me one time.I wish I could use someone. It sounds mean but it's true. They use me all the time for they're complains and needs.. I need someone to use one day. One who would hold my burdens with a smile. Someone I could trust. Who knows who could save me from the darkness... I dont, thats for sure. I wish he knew..It's funny how I'm the one locked in the tallest tower in my depression. I'm just there, waiting.. And waiting. I need my knight in shining armor..I need my hero..Where ever he is.. Please save me
