Tell me when something happens

Harlea, you know you can tell me anything.
No matter what it is. I will do the same thing.
I will find a way to help you, and fix that problem.
If I must get hurt, I will. I dont care about them.
This poem is a load of lies,
some people will say.
But I will say, there will be a day,
where I could go home and not worry,
what would happen to my baby.