Damaged beyond belief,
and crying with such tears,
such tears,
and endless grief,
as you stand before me with a broken heart,
shattered into pieces,
and with such pain inside you,
and seemingly no relief,
and more tears, more tears and never-ending grief,
and sighs that seemingly last for years,
and memories wiped,
by far too many alcoholic days and nights,
memories wiped in the tragedy of so many of your years,
so many of your years that can never be put right,
and what you remember is not memorable at all,
in between the booze and the cigarettes,
there is emptiness, emptiness, and fear,
fear of it happening again,
fear as you try your best to stay away,
from alcohol, cigarettes, and all,
and all those people who are like vultures,
and who feed off you,
and who only have their best interests at heart,
and who do not care about you,
and your mental health at all,
and what a great struggle it truly is,
and how insufferable it is so often,
but you are doing your best, you are doing your best,
and all I can do is encourage you,
and it is a rocky road recovery,
but I know you, you are tougher than you look,
and I, I am proud of you,
and no matter what,
no matter what I will be here with you through it all,
I will be here,
here to pick you up when you stumble and fall,
when you stumble and fall.
