Rescue

I am waiting to be rescued. Rescued from what, where, how, i dont know. I am just waiting for you to rescue me.
I ask my self why... You are not supposed to do it. I do not have the right or reason to ask you to..... But I wait...this is futile waiting. I am waiting for you to rescue me.

I sense you all around me. I can see you just walk into the door and take me away. I can picture you smiling at me, telling me that you are here for me and that you are mine, and that you will rescue me take me to safety, let me rest in your arms, be my knight..... But you arent there.........
You are not supposed to be there, you dont belong here, you are not my saviour.... and still I wait, to see our reassuring eyes, that smile, the face. I pine for your presence..... you are not there.
I am not to be rescued. I am sinking.... deeper, day by day, I will not be rescued.. I'll be gone....
I will sink.