Hopeless State Of Mind

Therapist

Mama asked if I wanted
To see a therapist
Because of what you did
To me.

I told her;
No, I'm fine.

It's not a complete lie.
In some aspects I'm fine,
I'm happy,
Everything is okay.

In others,
I'm dying.

You tore me open
And threw salt
On the wound.
You left me to
Hold myself together.

Little did you know,
You had ripped my sanity up
And threw it
To the sharks.

Those sharks are
The screams I hear
Every night when I want to sleep
Or when I'm feeling blue.

It's all because of you.

Maybe I should see a therapist,
Mama thinks it'll help me.