The Watcher

My Love,
I'm watching you-
Always.
You may not know it,
But...
I'm always there.

I watch you drink yourself into oblivion,
Fervently washing all your sorrows-
Away.
You may not know it-
But...
I'm always there;
To refill your bottomless cup.

I watch you as you take your sleeping pills,
So you won't have to feel your pathetic life.
You may not know it-
But...
I'm always there;
Sleeping right next to you,
Staring at your tear dropped eyes,
Waiting patiently;
In the darkened shadows.

I watch you with your inner struggles;
How you desperately push all hopeless thoughts away.
You may not know it-
But...
I'm always there;
To push those sorrowful thoughts;
Right back.

I watch you when you softly cut your pretty skin;
Releasing all your bleeding hurt away.
You may not know it-
But...
I'm always there;
To catch your blood, as it falls.
My razor sharp tongue,
Licks at all of your lovely wounds.

You see...
I'm never too far away.
Because, the thing about depression is...
It demands to be felt.
And one way or another,
I will always get my way.

My Love,
I'm watching you-
Always.
You may not know it,
But....
I'm always there...
Right until the very end.