What is most unfair is that,
Even in your states of madness
I could still get a taste of the man you used to be
With the sparkles burning still and bright in your eyes.
Peharps if I had stayed,
When you were nothing but an empty shell,
There would be a possibility,
You would be here with me alive.
It's not easy to reach out for someone and help,
If both your hands are already struggling,
Against an ocean, with the aim of
Keeping your head out of the water.
Falling so low is a shame for you,
But it's a torture for me.
I'm left feeling that maybe I could have saved you,
Even if I know that's not the truth.
Because with all the help you can give to someone,
The choice to take it and live,
Or leave it and die,
Is not yours but theirs to make.
