Addiction's Shelf

I can't watch you be,
what you have now become.
I can't watch you lose,
to something you have once overcome.

I sit and I cry, but not for myself.
I cry because you cannot handle the cards you yourself have dealt.
I have watched you become selfish, not caring who you hurt.
For those who love you the most, you knowingly desert.
You can't face reality, you hide from the pain,
but for those of us you've hurt...
We can't do the same.

You scream and you cry at the voices in your head.
But tell me the truth.
Have you heard a single word they've said?
Have you lent an ear to what you should?
If I could speak through those voices,
I probably would.
In hopes that you would listen to what you cannot escape.
I would speak through those voices.
The voices you hate.

You choose not to feel, because the pain is too great.
Yet there is no one to blame...
This pain is one you, yourself did create.
You hide from the truth, you lie to yourself.
What you once put on a pedestal,
now sits powerless on addictions empty shelf.

You plot and you scheme to get what you need.
You starve all others, yet your addiction, you feed.
You nourish and care for it,
It has taken my place.
Because of your addiction,
I am now the reality you can't stand to face

You use me. I let you.
Praying that you will see.
This addiction you have...
It's not worth loosing me.

The person you have became is not who you are.
You are now an emotionless shell.
Where as, you once were a star.
You hate yourself.
I know this is true, but you won't admit it.
You lie, even to you.

I have sat back and waited,
I've watched you fall.
Hoping you would pick up the phone and just make one call.
But I can't find someone who doesn't want to be found.
I can't talk to someone who won't hear a sound.
I can't help someone who won't help himself.
So, here I will stay.....
Powerless, on addictions empty shelf.