Mar 2018
"I don't want to exist sometimes."
Dear God forbid those words reprise
"Be careful who you tell these rhymes."
The therapist looked and checked the time
As if waiting for the clock to chime
Next time I'll come, look in her eyes
Then smile and tell happy lies.
Dear God forbid those words reprise
"Be careful who you tell these rhymes."
The therapist looked and checked the time
As if waiting for the clock to chime
Next time I'll come, look in her eyes
Then smile and tell happy lies.
I told her that I get really sad and don't want to exist sometimes. She told me not to tell any other health professionals that because it "sounds bad." Hell yeah it sounds bad! What an unprofessional way to handle it... made me feel terrible.
