No~Therapy
No welcome to therapy
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Sit there and complain about it.
Feel how slow time is.
How cold, how boring, how long.
Relapse and fight it.
“Can I share with you please I’m lost.
I’ve been tearing myself over and don’t know how to put it.
but no therapy, I either vent to a wall or write you to laugh at me say it.
I’d put on my best dress and dance.
Going to my notherapy session where no one talks about love.
Trying to relate but I don’t know if I can. Belonging everywhere unfound.”
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I remember being too stressed about life. I would walk up to the councilor all tight.
One too many thoughts on my mind, forcing the first word out of his mouth
I’d not speak at all, “relax, is everything alright?”
Say a random thing then take it back. It’s obvious I’m worked up and ready to cry
the moment I start thinking. I’m so exhausted I don’t know why I hate living so much.
Unhappiness for life, I wish I was lying. Looking at him dead in the eye like I wish I could change it.
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