gotta love therapy

she thinks she knows me
sitting across the room
she feels important in her purple chair
twisting my words and thrusting them back down my throat
hoping i would repeat them her way

you cant tell me how i feel

you say you understand
youve never been a prisoner of time
lets strip you of yourself and see if you are fine

you think im spiraling down again
my lithium levels are low.......
just because im mad at the world
doesn mean i want to die
for really im anti suicide
but if i could parish of natural causes...
id say bring on the fucking stroke

i cant speak to you
you distort sentences
so ill stumble on my thoughts
and stutter pretending like i dont know
what to say
stare of into space
you never look away

and this is suppose to make me better
i already found what i needed too
your just prolonging the process
and keeping me from a real life
(this is fake you know)
behind these walls


my mouth is full of blood
yet i still attempt to smile

IM NEVER GOOD ENOUGH




you make me want to throw myself into traffic
but id rather see you being scraped off the pavement...

time is almost up........


same time next week??