I can remember the last time you were really happy. I don’t mean happy for a night, a couple of hours, maybe a day…I mean the last time you were genuinely happy with your life. I don’t quite know what happened. You’re empty on the inside. You’re so empty and I hate seeing you like that day after day but I don’t know what to do to help you. I feel so helpless. I don’t know what to tell you to get your spirit back. The past year I’ve watched you use sex to try and fill your void. I’ve watched you use drugs and alcohol in attempt to numb the empty feeling. The distractions work for a little while, but then I have to watch you look back at me in the mirror time and time after with that same vacant and hollow stare. I don’t know how to make you feel whole. I’m trying, I’m trying so hard, but you keep slipping away. I feel you suffocating and drowning on the inside while everyone else is watching you smile. I don’t understand the emptiness. I miss when you were whole.
Please come back to me,