Crushing, and seeking
Falling, and feeling
Looking out, and calling out
Three dots
Three lines
Three dots
Water engulfing
In the end
Falling
To the deep waters of the ocean
To eternal... suffering
You were
Pushed and pulled
Grabbed and took
Somewhere else
To a place of silence
At the bottom of the sea
You are not able to
Talk, Speak, Shout, Move
You are closed off,
And no one can hear you,
No one will see you
No one will hear you
No. One. Will. See. You.
Water filling
Air lost
At a cost
Of the cold frost
I am filled with rage. After what happened. But we should begin at the beginning.
I tried to speak. But instead, I was pushed away.
With this simple conversation with a mental health professional.
"We are just trying to get you back to our team."
I remember that so vividly. In that moment is the birth of my rage. The movement I realized you all were deliberately pushing me away.
You allowed a beast to come out of me.
You allowed for a monster to come out of hibernation.
You allowed the monster to wake up.
"We are just trying to get you back on our team."
"He's not a part of our team."
Over and over.
For months.
I cannot hide. This is my monster speaking.
I have to be selfish.
I get that you all want it to be organized. You all want everyone to fucking have the same amount of work.
But to that, I can say only one thing
SUCK MY DICK
Actually, go suck my dick. Because I need to find who is right for me.
And I'm fucking sorry but you all are not the right fit.
You know who you are. And I will not hide behind names. But you know who I am referring to.
I'm sorry, but this is not personal. I just found someone that's fucking better.
YOU ARE READING
Oh Well
RandomThis book is going to be confusing for many. But I have to publish this. To explain a little... I felt a lot of wrong happened to me. Especially to certain mental health professionals I've met. I'm speaking my mind here. I'm enraged by what happ...
