Fading Tail Lights.

"You can't be too careful anymore."

Everything is my fault.
I am to blame.
I can't be enough of a friend.
I can't pray enough for you.
I can't give enough of myself to you.
I can't give you good enough advice.
I can't try hard enough.
I can't chase after you fast enough or far enough.
I can't show God through my life enough to make you want to stay.
And it's all my fault.

I know you best.
Inside and out.
I trusted you the most.
And the blame is mine.

If I had done enough for you,
given enough to you,
shown enough in me,
you wouldn't be here, now.
Well,
you wouldn't be there, now.
Instead of here.
Instead of where you belong.

What more can I do?
What more can I say?
I have nothing left to give.
I have nothing left to give to you.
I have no more life to give to you.

But apparently, I do.
Because it's still hurting.
Will it always hurt like this?
Even if you come back?

Sometimes the wounds are just too deep.
Are these?
Will I even get the chance to find that out?

I don't know what to do anymore.

I have nothing left to give.