They ask if you're fine,
Yet you want to die.
There's no place for you here,
Not a single one.
You seek for help,
And help is given.
But you're told you don't need it,
Because you're doing better than you think.
So all of this time,
When I said I don't want to be alive,
When I felt so worthless,
When I didn't feel alive.
I was doing fine and well.
With no problems to face.
Why should I believe you,
For saying such things?
Instead of helping me,
Not to feel that pain again?
Why would you say that,
Knowing I'll believe you?
Why would you make me feel worse,
If you knew how to hit that spot?
You were the key to my recovery,
The last person with the power to help me.
You said you'll check on me in some time
But you won't need to.
So I apologise for the future missed calls
And the loss of a patient.
I hope you find another one,
And help them with their situation.
YOU ARE READING
A Psycho's Poetry.
PoetryThank you @Scarlett_Ivy for making this beautiful cover ❤ go follow her peeps, she writes some awesome stories too! Some of the poems I write when I feel like putting my emotions in to words.
