I know inside you are miserable.
I know your job is excruciatingly stressful.
I know you feel a failure for smoking, again.
I know you think no one cares.
I know you can lose weight; you would feel better (I am trying too).
I wish you wouldn't eat every meal in excess like it is your last (see above).
I wish you extra will power to stop smoking, or at least cut back...a lot.
I wish you would sing again.
I wish you would wake up and realize we do love you and we do care; we'll help you.
I will help you, if you'd only let me.