Watching the madness

Today I went to your house.
the whole house was quiet as a mouse.
You asked me to go get your dope.
unwilling I did it but to me your addiction is a joke.
As I open your door to bring your posion
your welcome greeting was darted at my head a plate of food thrown instead of welcome home. You yelled called me a fucking cunt.said I woke u up and was a fucking whore give me my dope and there's the door.i threw it at you along with your smokes I tried to leave and you dared me to try you said I would watch u get high then watch as you overdose and die. I am confused at this point as to why I try. I'm fighting back my urges to cry. U like to make me suffer and grieve to see a tear fall gives you great value.but to me it means your just a monster band your no longer my man.im trapped in your land I'm going to hell bc I gave in to the addiction you keep close to your side .I'm the only one you have to watch u commit suicide.then your anger again turns on  to me.you punch my face then kicked me out and told don't come back your a weak minded pussy I'm strong and don't want you anymore your presence ruins my buzz so then he slams the door. I sit on your porch all night long. Incase you have any idea what you are doing you pushing to far.one day I will ghost you and leave a big scar.you say that you hate me and wish I was dead I know you don't mean that you wish I can take the drug from u.baby Im here for you and I can take it a little but your abuse made me wonder will I soon be a widow.i will either watch you die or you will kill me in time how can we solve this problem ....only one person would know that fasade....his name is Jesus and sometimes God