It could happen to me

I'm so humbled by this day.
He needs help but walked away.
His soul is gone, tho he doesn't know.
His shell puts on a grotesque show.

When he wakes up he grabs a beer.
To numb his pain and hide his fear.
He tries to speak but makes no sense.
He's gone mad at his own expense.

He went to a nut house four times in four weeks.
Disguised as vodka the devil does creep.
His personal war has kicked his ass.          
Now he's homeless and fighting his past.

I am humbled because this could be me.
Just a few more drinks and my home is the streets.
I don't think you get how normal he was.
I doubt if you know that I am in love.