Psychotherapy

Walk,
Darkness,
Head down alone,
Hate this recurrent thoughts
Why,
What happends with
Me I’m gone.

Time went fast.
Should I go?
You see I hate this lonlyness,
No one has a clue,
The trauma, I suffer, I hide it
My weakness.

My illness,
Treatable? Is Madness
I keep walking, hands in my packet,
Suicidal is an option, is it painless or
Can it be Numbness?

I hate the look,
The critics, the doctors
All diagnosis, I hear them talking
He is going to kill himself,
Prognosis?

I look at myself in the mirror
With my eyes all wet wanting to cry,
And I can’t, so is all this pain kept inside my chest
Why do I feel like I’m the only one that don’t dye.

My room, no lights please,
My best friend the darkness,
Guilt in my chest, Hopelessness,
Everybody doing well, I feel less.

Psychotherapy Raise my stress,
Addicted to Antidepressant
The excused pharmacotherapy.

I break the wall, let myself out,
It can’t do anything anymore yes I’m about,
I’m not scare, indecisiveness, I guess my doubts.
All this chemical in my veins, dominant cloud.

I hate this word poor,
As a relief I feel I’m cool
I act like nothing happens
Acting like a fool.
Full of anger,
Irritability getting higher.
The weight lost, the lost of my faith
My behavior has changed, and face.

So I sit, realize,
an idea come into my mind,
Think about loneliness, and worst dying,
doubt in my head
indecisiveness,
create agitation,
un control irritation,
Poor social support
Rejection.