how can i help
The sense of relief
To know we’re fine,
But the overcoming worry
Overlaps the calm,
Because i know
You are far from fine.
Filling your body with alcohol,
Just so you can cope.
Rather numb the pain
Then to deal with it at all.
I wish there was something i could do,
But i just sit here and hope
I can see the storm
Raging in your mind.
Your light blue and gray eyes,
Now turned midnight
when you gazed at mine.
Just from a look,
You said it all.
No words spoken,
This act is a call.
A call for help.
The helplessness
That radiated from you.
I wish you would have told me,
I wish I magically knew,
I wish there was anything I could do.
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