Everyone has their own kind of therapy
I listen to music when nobody is there for me
People latch on others and become dependent
Absorbing life from someone, leaving a dent
But what happens when you’re that person
Helping others out while your life worsens
All you do is give and never bother to take
Your love is real but you only receive the fake
Grow tired of all the people on the earth
Confidence sinks now we question our worth
I want to get back into therapy again
Talk to Dr.Davis to take away all this pain
Sitting on his couch telling him all my problems
Having him around always seems to solve em
I don’t see him anymore and life changed a lot
Doing drugs alone passing out in a parking lot
Keep telling myself I shouldn’t do suicide
I’m breaking down at random straight horrified
What’s my replacement for therapy now
I want to be okay but I just don’t know how
Ever since it stopped my life’s is a rollercoaster
Going up and down until suddenly it’s all over
How do I stop feeling easily replaceable
How do I stop feeling like I’m incapable
Of feeling love and loving myself
Dr.Davis asked how do you feel about yourself
I stared at him with a blank expression
Thought back and looked at my progression
Trying to find words that share a connection
Think about all the things that need correction
How do I push through this depression
How do I answer Dr.Davis’s question
I think that I can get somewhere in life
I just gotta focus and keep doing what’s right
I just have to get through day and night
I just have to find the some possible way
Without therapy I won’t be okay
So I take drugs cut my wrist and drink nonstop
I’ll cry my eyes out until these thoughts drop
So I can smile and laugh and be loving
When is my next therapy session is coming