I write, I try to.

My Broken Man

Darkness laid in the bed,
Weeping in misery
He kept sobbing and crying
All night, every day.

I waited for him,
Waited for him to stop
And tell me the thoughts
That made him lie around and mop.

He shook his head
And smiled weakly at me
"I'm fine, go away!
There's nothing in here to see."

I tried to comfort him, persuade him to spill his mind
Screamed at top of my lungs that "I'm here for you, but you're blind!"
But nothing went through that skin
Nothing went through that brain,
The eyes that once shined so bright 
Were deprived of that hopeful light.

I took a last glance at him,
Sitting on the bed, covered in his blanket.
I let out a sigh and said the words in my head.
"Will you really leave yourself to drown deeper in the shadow?
Or will you swim up above to the land to see the beautiful meadow?
My dear, letting people's voices get inside your head,
Is giving up and letting them control you till you're dead.
If you ever change your mind, I'm always here to help
Pushing people away isn't how problems should be dealt."

I guess he knew that what I said was true
But he was too tired of everything,
Exhausted to start something new.
He knew that I meant well, I do and I'll always be.
That I would stand by his side to try to take away all his pain.

But he left me in this world, all alone, waiting to see him again.
Was it just me between us who loved this broken man?