Will you be there to hold my hand when I'm going mad in the middle of the night?
Will you sooth the temperature of my temper with the cool way that you speak ?
Will you help me through the episodes of depressions that I change the channel too every week?
Will you help me bring my self out of this self destructive routine?
Will you plant flowers on this barren wasteland of this head of mine?
Will you bring peace to the chaos dancing in this chest of mine?
will you keep me stable as I'm getting the spins laying down on my bed?
Will you teach my how to swim in something other than the bottom  of a bottle?
The final question for now is...
Will you?

If I had the chance I would read every single page in my life story
Flip through the beginning pages
Nostalgic  of simpler times
Read deeply of my first romantic love
Read deeply of my first brush with drugs
The hardships that tainted the pure
Unrefined but I shine
Glisten and gleam in the sun shine
Flip to the pages of my nocturnal adventures
Running through void as the moonlight intoxicates my soul
Flip to the pages of lust
Chasing dragons inside  of the aesthetic eyes of every woman That i told I "loved"
Broken hearted and tattered read the pages where I sat in my room with thoughts of making my brain matter splatter the ceiling
These fragments pieces are swepted underneath this luscious carpet of depression  I was feeling
Flip to the present moment that I wrote this
Flip ahead to the last page where the ink drys and I finally exit the matrix

The  person I once knew has walked away from the mirror
Leaving me to dwell upon past memories
Past regrets
I'm drowning inside of a liqour bottle
Fallin into a deep depression I'm not sure I can win
From time to time
Another man comes to the mirror
It's me with new memories and regrets
The cycle continues every second
Every breath
Every breath