I played it in my head, dead on the scene
I told therapy I wouldn’t make it past 17
You can’t crack a soul that’s gone cold
And a sick soul won’t grow old
Meetings on that couch with the lights dim
Forcing one to reminisce what’s meant to stay within
My secrets on her paper
I’m stuck I can’t evade her
I can’t escape
Her diagnosis is taking shape
She broke through my space
Why am I forced to be in this place?
It’s bottled for a reason
You can’t read this
Ill fake it to please you
But let it be known that you can’t fix what I’ve been through
I’m born alone and I die alone
My problems are mine and their well known
Another hour wasted
With my life basted
An hour in that cold box
And my mind locks
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