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Psychotherapy
Walk,
Darkness,
Head down alone,
Hate this recurrent thoughts
Why,
What happends with
Me I’m gone.
Time went fast.
Should I go?
You see I hate this lonlyness,
No one has a clue,
The trauma, I suffer, I hide it
My weakness.
My illness,
Treatable? Is Madness
I keep walking, hands in my packet,
Suicidal is an option, is it painless or
Can it be Numbness?
I hate the look,
The critics, the doctors
All diagnosis, I hear them talking
He is going to kill himself,
Prognosis?
I look at myself in the mirror
With my eyes all wet wanting to cry,
And I can’t, so is all this pain kept inside my chest
Why do I feel like I’m the only one that don’t dye.
My room, no lights please,
My best friend the darkness,
Guilt in my chest, Hopelessness,
Everybody doing well, I feel less.
Psychotherapy Raise my stress,
Addicted to Antidepressant
The excused pharmacotherapy.
I break the wall, let myself out,
It can’t do anything anymore yes I’m about,
I’m not scare, indecisiveness, I guess my doubts.
All this chemical in my veins, dominant cloud.
I hate this word poor,
As a relief I feel I’m cool
I act like nothing happens
Acting like a fool.
Full of anger,
Irritability getting higher.
The weight lost, the lost of my faith
My behavior has changed, and face.
So I sit, realize,
an idea come into my mind,
Think about loneliness, and worst dying,
doubt in my head
indecisiveness,
create agitation,
un control irritation,
Poor social support
Rejection.
Darkness,
Head down alone,
Hate this recurrent thoughts
Why,
What happends with
Me I’m gone.
Time went fast.
Should I go?
You see I hate this lonlyness,
No one has a clue,
The trauma, I suffer, I hide it
My weakness.
My illness,
Treatable? Is Madness
I keep walking, hands in my packet,
Suicidal is an option, is it painless or
Can it be Numbness?
I hate the look,
The critics, the doctors
All diagnosis, I hear them talking
He is going to kill himself,
Prognosis?
I look at myself in the mirror
With my eyes all wet wanting to cry,
And I can’t, so is all this pain kept inside my chest
Why do I feel like I’m the only one that don’t dye.
My room, no lights please,
My best friend the darkness,
Guilt in my chest, Hopelessness,
Everybody doing well, I feel less.
Psychotherapy Raise my stress,
Addicted to Antidepressant
The excused pharmacotherapy.
I break the wall, let myself out,
It can’t do anything anymore yes I’m about,
I’m not scare, indecisiveness, I guess my doubts.
All this chemical in my veins, dominant cloud.
I hate this word poor,
As a relief I feel I’m cool
I act like nothing happens
Acting like a fool.
Full of anger,
Irritability getting higher.
The weight lost, the lost of my faith
My behavior has changed, and face.
So I sit, realize,
an idea come into my mind,
Think about loneliness, and worst dying,
doubt in my head
indecisiveness,
create agitation,
un control irritation,
Poor social support
Rejection.
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