How Much It Hurts

As I stay at home, laying in bed,
those horrible words you said are going through my head.
You drink, and drink and then come home,
So you think it will help me to be no longer alone.
You stand there looking at me from her door,
You know, you were the person I once did adore.
I still love you and wish you could see,
How the stuff that you are doing is really hurting me.
I wish you could stop and be who you really are,
Be once again my shining star.
I miss you so much, the real you I mean
Not the person you have turned into and I have seen.

`-jackie.