Who am I to judge another persons therapy?
Her method of picking up the pieces
How she can feel whole
If only for a hot night, far away
Just to feel the hot rain, come
Falling to your knees
It is the price to feel
So who am I to say, what is
Dangerous or damaging
When we all must struggle to keep our heads above the water.
To cope, with our deaths.
Long, and slow.
Who am I to judge?
When I am falling, fading, flying,
We all have our therapy.