Tears run down my face

emotions kept inside

depression

addictons to pills and liquor

these afflictons aren't mine

I was naive

didn't know the signs

I trusted, loved and believed in her

misguided by my heart and memories

She confessed

cuts and slashes down her wrist

it shook our Christian world apart

She has since sought help, lives somewhere else

somewhere that keeps her safe

 I can only think

at least it wasn't too late

the first year is always the hardest

for family,they proclaim

I want to wake up from this dream

but reality is never easy to escape

What about her?

When does her first year end?

The stages of withdrawl are a recurring cycle

when will they come to an end?

In my memories I see glimpses

Of the happy, loving girl she was before

But I fear we have lost that girl forevermore

Tears run down my face, emotions kept inside.