Frustration

My life, your life a whorl of emotion
Love and hate; It's all here to complicate

She reaches for the knife, but at the same time,
God, why is suicide a crime?

Drugs and beer bump her to third gear
Keeps her going without much fear.

Makes it easies to pull the punch
As if her parents could take a hunch

That 4.0 only sets the bar
Which makes that goal seem so far

But wait, what is this?
Could it be some kind of heavenly bliss?

A hug, a kiss by the one who cares
A person who wipes away the tears

You took away the knife
You probably saved my life

You said, "One day you life will read completion.
But today, it's only a little frustration."