Dependent Life

I hold you in my hand.

Your fragile state is my sole responsibility.

I have been granted such a powerful role in your existence.

It is almost to much for me to think about when I think about the power I have over you.

I am in fact the single person who will make or break you.

For now you have no choice but to trust me.

If I were to walk away you would be nothing.

In fact you would be dead.

Your life rely's on the fact that I rise everyday to care and nurture you.

Yet you take me for granted!

You spit in my face.

If it were not for me you would be dead!

You avoid me.

I want a relationship with you.

Yet you insult my name

I gave you a gift and you threw it to the dirt.

What must I do to get you to understand that it is me whom sustains you?

I do this for no gain of my own.

You in fact are worthless to me.

If you let me I could make you so much more.

But you don't care.

I am at the end of my rope with you.

Sometimes the only way someone will realize what they have is to take it away from them.