Denise

A Letter to My Shrink

Where do I start, from the beginning?

You mean the itching the scratching the screaming

Why I can’t remember what I’m fucking dreaming

Wake up begging for something to save me

Gasping for air, I’d pull out my hair

Just to show you the damage he’s done

I’ve lost my head, so I guess instead

I’m going start over from the beginning.

 

 

 



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