You always needed more help
than any single one of us could offer.
And I feel as though this is why
you were so addicted to sorrow filled
needles and alcohol running down
alongside the over used ink in your veins.
You always needed more help
than emergency rooms and knowledge
had to give anyone out there. But
goddamn it, Hun, I tried like hell
to give you everything I could.
You always needed more help
than doctors could prescribe,
more than scientists could even name.
And I tell myself day after day
that's the real reason you ran away.
You still need help, Love.
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