I'm in fear
Please help me dear
Constant fear
And I don't have my gear
I have paranoia
Feel like I'm about to fall of a sequoia
These feelings are over powering
It is so devouring
I fight for my life
And this time not with a knife
I do it the right way
So they say
But I keep falling back
I feel like a wreck

A therapist
She is my medalist
She helps me to cope
And not just wash it off with soap
She makes me learn and understand
Even if I stand there bland
She pushes and pushes
Sometimes I only see bushes
But then there comes the light
And I can see a sight
A little bit of a positive future
And not  just a suture.
This therapist is amazing
Sometimes she makes me dazing
For EMDR so it calls
I feel like dolls
But that is fine
Because I get the sign
It is helping me tremendously
And it is so helpfully
Her name is Angela
But I would like her even if she would be a Pamela
She is my therapist
And she is my gold star medalist!

A Razor blade
Slowly fade
It fades to a memory
With so much sensory
It used to clear the view
Not just a few
A lot
So I could go to a spot
A spot of peace
But it would just be a lease
It was good as long the blood flow
Or my skin glow
From all the cuts
I know it is nuts
But it is so much more
And it makes my heart sore
That it is not in my possession
And it needs more therapy sessions
The bond is so strong
It's like it is playing a song
From a better life
Where I strive
Where there is no harm
And a lot of charm
It represents my goal
And it carries my soul
I just need it back
Please bring it to me in Santa's sack.