In a drug and alcohol induced haze,
You were finally able to cry.
But I'm left with a trailing question:
Why?
You never cry in front of me.
It's like an unspoken rule.
Are you scared of who you're becoming?
Are you scared of what you've become?
I am.
It's like I've lost you completely.
Yeah, things go back to normal when we're together,
   but who are you when I'm not looking?
I'm worried about you.
I'm worried that you're losing yourself to the black dog
   and that I won't be able to rescue you this time.
When I said you could come to me with anything,
   I meant it whole heartedly.
You are still my first love, the only boy I've ever waited for.
*I'm still here.