therapy pt. 1
I got lost.
But...
I got there really early...
And my therapist let me in...
When I sat to wait,
I glanced around,
It was simple.
It was...relaxing.
My chest tightened a little.
My anxiety followed me in.
My depression sat in the seat next to me.
My demons waited.
My baggage was ready to be spilled.
But this was only an introduction.
This was going to be the beginning of me getting help.
This was my beginning of finding myself.
Finding the girl that I lost in the gory battle that I've fought these long years.
I put in my headphones and play my music, to drown out my thoughts.
Last Hope by Paramore
Then before I knew it,
It was time for therapy.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
