It hurts me to watch him
popping pills,
day and night,
always looking for some way
to get high.
He changes,
the more stoned he is,
the less he is himself,
I love him when he's him,
but I hate who he becomes
after a few bottles,
he's not the man I fell in love with,
and I don't know him,
but it hurts me to see him do it,
hurting himself,
to get rid of his hurt,
when he won't even talk to me
about it,
I miss him when he goes away,
even when he's sitting by me,
I miss him,
and I wish he would find another way,
to ease him pain,
because the more he eases his pain,
the greater my pain becomes,
and the more I want him back,
but I can't stop him
or change him
all I can do
is love him
and be there
when he needs me.
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