Across the large unknown, full of darkness and depressing sadness, at the bottom of the trench of loneliness, I see you lay crying. What do I do? Without a moment of even contemplating, I march across the land, not caring about my own misery or the torture I endure, only about you. I care about you so much that I would help you out in any situation. I run down the trench, and lay down at the bottom with you.
I let you cry on my shoulder. I let you whisper your sadness into my ears. I let you take my happy thoughts and bring them into your own self. I let you build up your strength again. I give you everything you need.
By the time I am done helping you, you are able to crawl back out of the trench and across the land to the place where happiness lies. But, here I lay. Now that I have given you all that I had, I am not strong enough to crawl back out of the trench. I just lay here, now.
Full of loneliness.
And sadness.
Why don't you come back? Why don't you come and help me back up? I give you help, the least you could do is give me some too. Right?
Well, I guess not.
You just leave me.
So, I sit here.
Not knowing what to do.
Coldness and darkness begin seeping through my veins and start becoming me.
Then, one day I see it.
Right there!
Is it true?
Is it real?
A light.
A bright light!
It's at the top of the trench. Does it see me? Is it here to help me? Is it you?
Maybe you have learned from your old, cruel ways, or maybe, just maybe...
I have found my own angel to take care of me.