Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Therapy

Apparently, I have made no noticeable progress in therapy.
It is pointless
A waste of time and money
My father pulled out a calculator and proceeded to add up how much money I'd wasted
As if I am not keenly aware already
What my father doesn't know is how close I've come to ending it
How many ledges therapy has talked me off
I wonder if he even cares
Sometimes I honestly think he'd rather I be dead than have a daughter like me
Why is therapy such a bad thing?
Is it because it showed me how to think for myself?
Because he can't control me anymore?
Is he embarrassed of me?
Whatever I don't even care
I know that the day I step out of this house it will be the last time I speak to either of my parents
I go to therapy because I have no one to talk to
I go to therapy because my mind is so fucking scary and I couldn't just walk it off like you told me too
I go to therapy because I actually need to
I go to therapy because of you
I go to therapy so what?