I Think of You

I think of you,
can't imagine what
you must be going
through.
Frustrating to me,
for I know not what to do.

What kind of Hell,
must it be, when
you see but cannot process
your thoughts. When you
say, you love me,
is this the last bit of reality,
that remains. Are you
reaching out, asking for
more help?

I want you to be happy,
not likely, under these
circumstances.
I love you, Ellie.