Your scars and your tears,

your addictions and your fears,

make you beautiful.

Your love

is such delicious poison.

I see the beauty of the broken in your eyes.

And I

can’t seem to shake this feeling

although your anger sends me reeling every time.

I know it’s not right

to stay with you all night

and watch you disappear,

into a thick fog of pain

and the chemicals you claim

bring you some relief.

And deep down I know

it’s better if I go

and let you find your way

to the light on your own.

I thought that maybe I could save you

but I just don’t know how to

and it breaks my heart

to see all the pain you live with

and the harm you cause yourself to ease it.

There’s nothing I can do.

My staying here’s not helping.

I wake up every morning

and I feel so lost.

Lately I just feel so useless.

I can’t stand to feel this hopeless.

It’s tearing me apart.

I don’t know how to tell you,

part of me still doesn’t want to,

but what else is there to do

but to walk away?