I can't help you.

I love you and...I can't help you. I see the choices you're making, I hear the complaints, I see the drugs you're doing. I want you to be okay to stop cutting to start eating. I love you and I can't help you. Leaving this place won't do anything for you if the problems lie within yourself. I don't know what to say to you sometimes especially when you treat me the way you do. I'll always love you. Always. And...I can't help you. Your problems are your own. Perhaps you'll see me one day thriving and happy, though I struggle myself, maybe you'll see my own struggles. Maybe you'll want to work to being in a better place. I want the best for you, to see you happy and thriving. I know you see this as a harsh time. Life cycles. Look at what you've done. Where you've come from. Keep going. I love you.