littlebookgeek

Therapy

Obsession

Depression

We talked about it in my last therapy session

We talked about other things too

My family

My problems

And of course You.

My therapist told me I need to get over it.

But then again I always thought therapy was bullshit.

I look at the clock. Tick-

Tick tock

And I think about my glock.

My one at home

It\'s all alone.

I should give it some attention.

Oh and did I mention,

I consider it every night.

As I lay in bed.

Voices screaming in my head.

“Come on, just do it”

Did I already say therapy is bullshit?

What does this person know about me?
Why does she think she can see-

See inside me to my pain.

She has a smile sweeter than a candy cane.

I don\'t trust it for a moment

Her perfume is strangely potent.

Does the woman bathe in the stuff.

I decide to tell her about my thoughts,

Let her tell me the do’s and do nots

I hope she’s gaining some satisfaction

I\'m just thinking about my inaction.

My hesitation to do the inevitable