For my dear troubled friend

[sereneorange]

I am so tired of watching you
self destruct
of watching you lay down and be a willing doormat.

Fuck you
are unlucky.
It isn't bad enough that you beg for strife and drama, but it finds you even when you are not looking.

And I am tired of you
Tired for you
Tired
So very very tired of not being able to help you.

I don't give a damn
bit of hope to offer.
There is nothing I can do. I can't give you a car, money, a job, or good taste in men and friends.


Goddamn you
for living like this; on the edge... always teetering.
Will she fall into luck?
Or will she fall back into the hell that is her life?

I am so sick of you
being in need and I can't sate you.
I feel like such a bitch for being
So tired.
So tired of you
So very tired of being tired of you.

When you are in trouble,
I want to run.
I have run
out of things to say
"Awww. . . Damn girl. That is rough. I am so so sorry"
What is that shit?
That isn't helping.
I hate your crying. Sobbing.
I hate that
I cannot help.
I can't help
but love you and try to be there for you.
I am impotent.