the first time you left, left a part of him broken inside
it left him hurt and bleeding, and trying to hide.
the second time you left, left him trying to drink it away
he wasn't sober for the whole month of May.
the fourth time you left, he tried to off himself more times than he cares to remember
and got into seven fender benders.
the fifth time you left, he worked until he couldn't feel the pain
couldn't function within his brain.
the sixth time you left, found him trying to cut you away
he couldn't remember that whole entire day.
the seventh time you left, he knew it was a vicious cycle
he was buried and drowning in lies and denial.
the eight time you left, landed him in a coma on life support
and when he got out, trouble of any sort.
the ninth time you left, he knew he wouldn't survive
you'd broken him too much on the inside.
the last time you left, left him dying on the floor
and he really did die when you walked out the front door.