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