The wrong doctor

I come you with all my thoughts
You give me medication: you give me shots
You never repeat anything that has been spoken
Knowing I'm torn and painfully broken

I give you everything to find the truth
It's the same thing: like a father in the booth
You tell me things will change for the best
Just put these suicide thoughts to rest

You say that this loneliness will pass
Not wanting to be touched, and staying away
I can't always say " fuck you, kiss my ass!"
So I come back in a week, I continue to pay

3 years later and a few months past
Still no change in the way I feel
Just how long will this bullshit last
A lousy  hand, I lose the deal

I want to kill all that I feel
No hurt no pain not even life
It's all in my head as you persist
No shit! If it was in my ass
I'd see a proctologist!