I’m sure we’ve met before,
because you look oddly familiar.
You have this way of talking, walking.
And that laugh!
Oh the laugh got me.
I heard myself repeating it just the other day.
I tried to cover it up, deny it, suppress it.
But why?
You’re a nice person, if you try.
You’re just a ****** up kid “looking for peace of mind.”
Looking in big white bottles, so big
You can’t see the bottom they’re so deep.
Just shake them up, get out a few, pop them in, and voila!
Peace of mind!
Well, at least you can get through today…

But what about tomorrow?
When we meet?
Will you even recognize me?
Will I remember you?
Or that laugh? Or those drawings?
They’re oddly familiar, that and then the solemn look.
I don’t know who he is, that pale young man.
But I guess we all meet in the end sometime.
Those sooner than others.
And now it appears death has come in the shape of you,
but I will keep you alive, kid.
I enjoy your smiles and laughs.
I will help you climb out of those bottomless pits they give you,
And back up for air,
for life.