Therapy

Can you sign on the dotted line?

Can you sign your life away?

Can you recieve internal peace?

if you sign here next to the X?

Can the soft white walls cushion your fear?

Can the dotted ink revive the feelings you suppress?

Can holding it in bring something up to confess?

Will the led in this pencil punture a hole in my chest?

Will it let out the violence onto this pad of mess?

Will my emotions explode into your filing cabnet?

Will it tell you of something new? i wont count on it...

Another year or so trapped in the books of a shrink?

no more realease untill they find out what you think?

no more pressure?

will i have more tonic to drink?

Can therapy save me at all, isn't it absurd?

will i retreat and become much worse?

like i did before?

will there never be a cure?

I WANT TO DIE encarved on my arm

I WANT TO DIE encarved on soul

I WANT TO DIE a sign i uphold

I NEED TO DIE here right now....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

15:09
02 Sept 2005

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see u are getting it back and i get to lose it. now i know y u were angry with me....

nice poem letty