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
Shattering down
Falling to your knees
It is the price to feel
Alive.
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.
Dragging.
Who am I to judge?
When I am falling, fading, flying,
Euphoria.
Drowning.
Inhale. Exhale.
Gone.
We all have our therapy.
-Taylor