Stop Asking What’s The Matter With Me, What’s The Matter With You

Whats the matter here
Your sitting on the side of a rainy street
Stairing at the puddles glistening in the moonlight watching each raindrop plop down making each and every ring like the tears falling from within your eyes
Yet you ask what’s the matter with me

That is a question raising in my mind everynight
What’s the matter with you
Secluded to yourself
Hiding within your own shadows
And not openeing up to me

What’s the matter here
Like snowflakes falling on a windy and dreary night with a frostbite chill filling the air pulling you farther down beneath more into the black dark pool
Yet you continue to ask
what’s the matter with me

Don’t you see your own soul is falling beneath your dreams sinking and waisting into a deep dark wet cold sea
Can’t you see your very own life drowning and pulling you deeper still

I try to pull you closer to me to keep you out of the drowning seas yet you still sit and staire saying what’s the matter with me

Can’t you see that I am holding you together at the seams
I am keeping your head held above water myself

The question still remains not what’s the matter with me ,
But rather instead what’s the matter with you?

I can’t keep you afloat forever on my own alone
I don’t have all the strength to pull you on my own forever
Eventually you need to tred on your own pulling me along

I dont want to let go till you have both your feet back on the ground
Where you can again stand alone and take my hand without the struggles pulling you down.

My heart is heavy
Aching inside trying to have you lift your head and look me in the eye rather than your face stairing so hard and intense like fire burning into the puddle in the grounds.

You just need to take your heart and will back and return to me so that you may finally again then see me

That I may then help you back up close to me and back to your feet.
So you can stop asking what’s the matter with me and we may finally see really what’s the matter with you.