Poem for my Saviour

Think positive is what they say.

I try.

No. You give up too easily. Have faith.

How can I have faith when every morning I wake up crying and breathless, wishing for death?

You have become your own enemy.

The world is closing in. It's a thick brown hysteria of claustrophobia. It's becoming difficult to breathe, clogged ears, eyes closed. I'm slipping and there is no one to save me.

In the darkest day and loneliest night. I'll be here for you. Just call out and I'm there.

There is a soft warm hand gripping mine. It refuses to let go.

It's you and me against the world. Forever and always is my promise. I won't let you fall in a void of disparity.

I need you more than you can fathom. My promise to you is one and the same.

Eternity.