You suffer to yourself
and only I can see it.
I long to reach out and embrace you.
I long to make you happy again,
but I am powerless.
Is there nothing I can do to save you?
Am I a helpless bystander
doomed to watch you live in agony?

Perhaps you are not suffering at all.
Perhaps it is I who suffers,
but cannot face it myself,
so I throw the burden to you.
The load easier to carry on someone else's back.
Perhaps I long for someone to help me,
but I do not say it
because I do not believe that I want it.

Perhaps I am losing my grip on reality
far more quickly then I would have supposed.