My Weakness

His pain is my weakness,
It brings m to my knees,
Seeing him cry painful tears,
Makes my mind, body, and soul freeze,

My blood runs thin,
As he creates another scar,
I tightly grab my wrist,
Wondering why he's gone this far,

Only he can tell me,
Why he feels so hurt,
I can't read his mind,
No matter what it's worth,

When he does "those things",
I feel like cutting my veins,
To see him so depressed,
Drives me insane,

I always worry about him,
And what he will do next,
But I can't always keep up with him,
Its as if he's hanging me by my neck,

His sorrow does hurt me,
But I can only take so much,
I can't take to much more,
Soon I'll need a crutch,

I need someone to hold me up,
Because right now he's to weak,
Every time I turn around,
I see his body laying still in the creek,

I fear the day will come,
When I find out that he's dead,
He couldn't take much more,
He shot himself in the head,

Right now I'm his crutch,
I keep holding him up,
Maybe one day this will change,
I'll have had enough,

We'll stand before one another,
Together we will die,
We'll pull the trigger on three,
So we no longer have to cry.