May 2016
You call me broken, not knowing
That my hopelessness stems
From watching you lie to yourself
Over and over again.
What causes my suffering is
Having caught a glimpse of what is real,
And you, not understanding,
Trying to change the way I feel.
That my hopelessness stems
From watching you lie to yourself
Over and over again.
What causes my suffering is
Having caught a glimpse of what is real,
And you, not understanding,
Trying to change the way I feel.
Understanding a person should always take priority over medicating them.
(Bristol/Cambridge, UK)
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