There Are Too Many Poems About You, David

You’re changing --
you may not see it
but you friends and
family see it

I see it

Every night
I look at the clock
and realize
you’re at it again

You’re killing yourself

How many days --
weeks --
months --
will it take
for you to see?

Every night
I look at the clock
and hear for your life

you don’t know
what you’re doing

I loved a man
that was not
addicted to alcohol

I’m afraid for you

What will stop you
from stealing
or fighting
or taking drugs?

Or slitting your wrists
once again?

Every night
I look at the clock
and realize
you may be dead

I wonder if you
have
been dead

Every time
you take a drink
you push yourself
over the edge

And every times
I think of you
the knife
twists deep inside

When you kill
yourself --
you kill me

I care for you so much --
I only wish
you cared for
yourself as well

Please --
stop killing yourself

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