The Victim's Friend

This is for the victims who aren't,
Victims in whom become reliant.
The shoulder which people rest,
The person that is under request.

Vigilant as their punch bag ready,
A post in which keeps them steady.
Love in which can be over looked,
The innocent life which they took.

Constant messages sent to them,
Calm before the storm of mayhem.
Accidental touch of both fingers,
The thought in your head, 'Ring her'.

These people are the safety boats,
To the unstable ones we love most.
Despression also needs a friend,
Who understands it's not the end.

A struggle they'll happily endure,
Even though theirselves not sure.
Some hurt by words or fists or lies,
Belief in them they'll never deny.

Seeing is believing and believe see,
My dad was one who needed me.
Despite moments I wish weren't,
His love in my heart is eternally burnt.

E.T.