It's easy when you have someone friendly and close.
It's difficult when you see them slip from their rope.

It's painful when you watch from a distance all tangled.
It's sad when you see their body and mind so mangled.

It's harder when they need help you can't give.
It's strangling when it's a subject you just don't want to re- live.

It's lost when you see their brown eyes become distant
When everything you say they feel so pained, and resistant.