You were all I ever needed,
You were all I thought was good,
Until good became a question,
But letting you go, I never could.
So I tried to make it better,
But better wasn’t enough,
Your depression overwhelmed me,
And soon it hurt to bluff.
I can’t handle it I told you,
I could no longer pretend.
I couldn’t help you in the long run,
And I couldn’t save you in the end.
But I tried my best to make it better,
With hopes one day you’d leave me,
Because I cared enough to soothe your pain,
but our love wasn’t the kind I’d seen on TV.
It was different; it seemed harder.
You built a wall and put on armor.
You made me the witness of all your pain,
To keep you sane, to kiss in the rain.
But I couldn’t be your tissue box.
For I’m not disposable like tissues.
And hopefully one day you’ll realize this:
That my love wasn’t meant to solve your issues.
It was meant to be a vow,
But that vow seems meaningless now.
Sometimes battles don’t make us stronger.
But rather makes us love less or no longer.