Letter From a Friend

Dear friend,
It's me your roommate,
the person you wish didn't exist -
why do you hide in your room,
why do you curse my name?

We're one and the same,
we look the same,
I'm not a monster with fangs,
why do you hate me so much?

Look in the mirror,
I'm standing behind you
I am you
you clench your teeth,
but I'm your fate.

Which one of us is it,
whose fault is it,
for lungs filled with smoke,
liver with holes,
eyes bloodshot,
it must be yours,
I've always been here -

You'll come to love me,
kiss my cheek, embrace me,
you'll curl into my arms,
you'll wish you never left me.

Yours,
Depression

Day-Drinking, Night-Living

beer number five
shot number six
night number seven

wipe away memories
scrub out nightmares
crayon markings to
dirty fingerprints
on a white wall

suds wash down
sour tastes of
bitter sights where
pasts walk past me

who was I before
un-fuck my mind
drag from a smoke

mock the way
the smoke billows
from my mouth
watch me now
lungs hold in
waves of white
taste of death
and mint julep
on my breath

breathe for four
hold for three
auburn skies above us

hold my hand
stare into the stars
our eyes shimmer
who whispers
"Love Me?"