Returning to my Roots

It's been awhile, old friend.
You feel like home,
like I could say anything,
yet I'm not sure what I want to cover.
I haven't reached that moment
of complete exhaustion,
but I'm anxious for what's to come.
Help me think.
Let me vent.
I need to process what's happening in my own head.
You know,
I've always had trouble dealing with my thoughts.
Blame my serotonin levels for that.
Old friend,
I don't want to become a burden,
is it too much to ask for you to read my mind?
Just tell me what to say,
what to think,
what to feel.
What specifically?
I don't know, is everything an option?
We might not have the time,
but I'll sure as Hell give it a try.