We are not being foolish when we decide that our life is not worth living. We should not be treated as if we didn't know what we were doing. A choice is made that does not ignore the possibilities of what could happen. So when we need help, we only ask that we are treated as a person that made that decision.
Rather than someone who does not know what is best for them.
Embarrassed at her crude, superficial motivations she continues. This is a hidden therapy she’s toying with. She thinks she isn’t any good. She doesn’t know as many words as he does. Comparison is her damnation. Look at her, she’s plastered herself to the floor. Immobile, she can’t even reach the glass ceiling threshold. He slithers away, contented.
I explore the reasons I started writing poetry again. Realising, it was to impress a boy who is a poet himself it led me to this take on Adam & Eve and original sin.
Just a glance paints a picture Images of some other era Non-existent ideas That maybe laughed, wept Danced Steam rising from slick skin The starlight illuminating us Perhaps we found unexplored places Dined on fabulous food Lived Fought Loved But. Here we are In this circle of broken people So just a glance Lets me imagine
Occasionally you write about random people you are in group therapy with, because you still aren't ready to actually deal with your own problems.
I don't really feel this hopeless romanticism anymore, but I started my page with the intention of posting the old with the new as well.