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