Watching someone you love stuck in an addiction.

I have no words that can help him because he is in too deep that he's lost his voice for his own words. I still continue to try to help him but when i look at him i can no longer see the person that he was before because the monster has began stealing his looks. What i see is a tourtured soul. The Marks on his arms show the extent he goes to take away all the pain he endures. Dark circles under his lost eyes. His addiction is slowly sucking the life out of him and to show that he's left with only skin and bones. I see past his fake smiles and see nothing but pain.

I wish I could just shake the monster out of him before the monster becomes him.

I, too, have lived the painful, reckless lifestyle of addiction. Scars to prove the torment and left with not even being able to look at myself in the mirror because I hate what I see.

I want to protect him from the agonizing tourture he will face if he continues using. He will lose absolutely everything, but worst of all he will lose himself completely.