She says it's okay to cut myself
As long as I don't dig too deep
A professional in mental health
is enabling me to stay this weak
She warns me not to disassociate
And suggests I reach for something tangible
Even though she justifies my hate
Her opinions aren't so manageable
She says if I keep up this behavior
She'll be forced to end our sessions
But then who'll be my savior
When pills and blades can't fight depression
She wants me to wake up and forget
all of the liars and manipulators
But my skin is too scarred for that
If only I could show her
If only I could take her back
Back to when they stole my childhood
And raped me of my youth
Constantly screaming that I was no good
And dealing with the abuse that no child should
She insists I'm doing it for attention
And I'm just a child devoid of love
'Cause mother sacrificed me for addiction
And father liked to push and shove
It's all so clear in a sadistic sort of way
It all makes perfect sense
She belittles me with each note she takes
She enjoys thriving off my craziness
Tonight she intently watched the clock
While I struggled with the skin on my wrist
I'd make a plea but she'd cut me off
So I let her partake in this final slit