For anyone whose had to choose between helping one s/he loves, and helping his/herself. |
I see the mask I wore slipping onto your face. I see the sickness in my mind in yours, roots stretching into place. I've fought the lies and yearnings and they're becoming old. I've weakened the chains of habits chaining me in my past's hold. I cried and screamed and bled. I've struggled hard to die. It's been harder yet to break the walls of tears I'd cry. I know that no one can stop you, after all I've been there too. But I also know how hard it is to recover from what you do. You cannot understand how much I feel the blame as I watch You morph into Me, Identical except our names. My heart tells me I can help you. It's a lie I will admit. Deluded that you're in control, you assure me you can quit. I am too scared to leave you and flee to save myself. I am too weak to stop you from lying to yourself. If I stay, I could fall into chains I no longer bear. I'll wear my mask again, but I love you and don't care. I'm going to stay with you and try to stop your slide, but my love cannot save you and I doubt I'll leave your side. I don't want to be sick again, my Soul once more broken and impaled. I cannot abandon "us" though... what if you complete the suicide I failed? |