As I write the pain eases
My chest becomes lighter
The constriction like venemous jaws
Circling like a Boa
Tightening
Until I flood the page with my hurt
And it escapes my heart
It's been a few years I've been like this
I miss being that carefree child
Some men don't go to therapy
This is my therapy
Thank you for visiting the shrine of my soul. Thank you for appreciating.