Powerless...

Slowly losing grip, he cries for help.
He screams for someone, yet we're oblivious.
We've heard it all many times before.
We've come to simply ignore it.

Yet, deep down, I know his reasons.
I know why life no longer seems worth living.
I know why he no longer sees hope.
I know why, yet I can't help him.

It is not in my power to save him;
He must decide to save himself.
Powerless, I can't help but worry about him,
Because I know he's really in pain.

Others choose to shut their eyes,
Desperately wanting to believe
That he's only doing it for attention.

Yet, as I look into his eyes,
I know that he's crying for help.
And this is the only way he knows how to do so.
Watching his life deteriorate, I hate it.

He needs to hear that he's loved,
He needs to hear that someone cares,
He needs to know that he's not alone,
He needs someone to hear his cries...

My silence swallowed me for years;
I was unable to speak the painful truth,
I was unable to see life as it was.
My unspoken words ate me from the inside.

I know how he feels, I understand.
Yet, I cannot express this to him.
For my secret would them be discovered,
The life I kept hidden for years.

Instead, I watch him suffer,
Unable to offer him more than an ear to listen to.
I try to let him understand that he's not alone,
Yet he needs to hear it from others too.

Slowly losing grip, he cries for help.
He screams for someone, yet they're oblivious.
They've heard it all many times before.
They've come to simply ignore it...