The monster in you.

Losing you was like grieving someone who was still alive, 

and whilst your stood there infront of me, in the flesh.

whilst gazing into your red, glossy eyes,

I knew you weren't really there, you'd never been.

All those nights spent as a little girl, praying for you to get better, 

and scolding God for not helping you.

I've now realsied there is no helping you.

You gave in.

Everyday, as I get older and older

I see you more and more for what you truly are, who you truly are. 

Everyday, I lose you more and more to the monster which is your addiction,

The monster in you,

The monster which is you.

I used to despise myself everyday for letting you be the mess that you are, 

seeing you passed out of the sofa with a sea of bottles surrounding you, 

smelling the essence of alcohol with every word that left your mouth.

I felt my innocence dying away from inside me.

You were trapped in the cycle, you always have been,

There is no saving you, You are the monster.