Hope

A Poem by Hopeless Angel

I should have taken that bottle of pills out of his hand. I should have thrown them out so he could never touch them again. The way he copes with his problems is starting to scare me and I'm not ready to lose him or see him any worse. He believes that self-medicating calms him down and helps with his depression, but really I think its making things worse. I'm hoping that I will have the guts to throw out any pill bottles I see the next time I go to his house. What he's doing is not healthy and he doesn't realize how much more he's hurting himself. I love him with all I have and it kills me to see him going through this much pain and depression. I want him to be happy and see the bright side of things. I want him to forget his past and focus on his future and what he wants to do with his life.