It could happen to me

My boyfriend is homeless

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.