Excellence is addicting.
But addiction causes one to deteriorate.

That worried look on your face - expressionless, but I see it in your eyes.
You stare at nothing and I know you're deep in thought.
I want to reach out to you and tell you it's okay.
I'd reassure you that it's not the end of the world.
You'll get over this soon.
You always do. You're a very strong person.
But I don't say a word.
To remind you I'm here I ask if you're okay.
It takes you a moment to look my way and use whatever excuse you can think of.
"I'm just tired," you say, yet you can't even look me in the eye.
I want to be of use to you. I want to help you.
I want to hug you and hold you and let you fall apart in my arms.
You deserve the love that I can offer.
When you began to look away I wanted to tell you it's not the end of the world.
But I can't lie to you.
This was your world and since it's gone, it is the end.
I'm all you have left, but I can't even comfort you.
All I can do is watch you fall apart.
Restless nights full of worry, leaving you with dark circles under your eyes.
Food lost it's flavor and day by day I watch you disappear a little more.
I'm so sorry that I can't help you.