I don't want to go to therapy
but I feel like a burden,
I know they are waiting at my door
with their arms wide open
and their ears ready to listen to me,
but what if it's all fake
And they don't want anything to do with me?
What if I truly am just a burden in their lives
With no true need to be here anymore?
Every year I fall
lower and lower off a golden bridge,
until one day
I know I can't go any further,
as I get closer to the water below
I wonder if that's the end
or if there's any hope left?
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
