After you left me I know it was my fault the drinking the depression sure it was me it's always me. I stopped seeing the therapist she was right I was the cause of my downfall I needed to man up and change. but I don't want to change my brain and my heart have been in a knife fight all my life I like my flaws perfect things are boring. so if this means I am broken and less lovable I don't care. I like my flawed poems better than her therapy. they don't care how flawed I am and never ever judge me