its been three weeks
As my anxiety peaks
In the back of my mind a voice screams
You missed therapy 3 times !
You missed therapy 3 times!

I'm so irrationally irresponsible it seems
But really I'm so irrationally scared
That this shrink I have to sit with for 45 minutes might uncover some thing in me so tragic
I don't think I'm ready to remember something I forced myself to forget so easily like magic
I don't know if it was a ****** up dream or I suppressed it so good it seemed like one
I'm not ready for the aftermath if it was real.

I thought you were cool
While we sat in your drug filled pool
I thought you were so ******* cool
You told me **** about yourself.
You opened up to me
when I broke down see
you hugged me in the cold alley and told me about how your life was like in Cali
I heard you choke up when I told you about how horrible I felt
I caught you when you were vulnerable
I admired you because of what I saw that night
But you went back to being an ******* but your worse now
Or maybe you always were that way
Or you're just bored burning brain cells  with all the tokes you take and tired of jerking it to your exs pictures
So you decide you **** up someone else's life and make you friend do the ***** work
My mom hates you
She doesn't know a thing about you
She hates you
I hate you too

life grabs me intently
Holds me tightly and comfortably
In her arms
She whispers cruel lullabies in my ears
She sings me to sleep throwing curve ***** with each lyric she breathes
Her voice is so heavenly yet her lyrics they pierce through me like daggers
Life is strange the way she lures me in this heavenly sleep but shakes me out with a nightmare filled reality.