A Poem A Day Keeps The [something] Away

Therapist friend 2.o

My phone is shaking, you are calling. I stop doing my homework and I pick up.

The test is tomorrow and you are too nervous, nevermind my feelings I guess.

I tell you to breathe in, count to seven, breathe out and again. You barely even try it, but still tell me it doesn't work.

I mute it on my end, sigh and unmute. I guess we will try something else.

It's been three hours, I haven't studied and you don't even know my middle name. 

You hung up and I tried. I tried to study but I couldn't see through the blur of tears. I want to shout and to scream but the neighbours would shout back. 

I shout to myself instead. Through the skin. With a razor. Surprised? Why?

The therapist friend doesn't have a therapist.

(Tonight's midnight poem)