I hate seeing her in this state. I feel so useless. I can't even help her. I see her walking into the house trying to find something to help her balance. I go and help her to her room. Minuets later I hear her throwing up the alcoholic beverages she consumed the night before. She's so deep in her own battle that she's forgotten I need her too. I don't know if I even exist in her world anymore. The man she thought she loved cheated on her and left her stunned. I'm just here watching her as she kills herself with the alcohol and drugs. I'm sorry mom
