It was three in the morning
when I found you on the
bathroom floor, curled into
yourself, sobbing silently.
I rushed towards you,
pulling you into my arms,
grasping tightly, scared that
if I let go, you would float away.
Your blood stained hands clutched
onto my shirt tightly, burying your
head into my chest; I’m sorry, you
whispered over and over again.
I kissed your forehead, rocking you
back and forth gently, rubbing your
back soothingly. I bit my lip, holding
back the sobs that were threatening
to overtake me. It’s okay, I whispered
softly; running my fingers
through your hair.
We both knew I couldn‘t
be your savior; no matter
how much I wanted to;
there were just some
demons that you needed
to fight alone.
But, no matter what,
I will always be with you,
holding you through the
nights that are so cruel
to you; when the demons
win, and it’s just too much
for you to take.
I will always be there.
(DS)