I just wanna say that I dont think this about every therapist or psychologist, just a thought that came up today.
-Lucía
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I know she doesnt understand me
as she once again writes down something
looking me up and down
saying everything is on my head
that im just tired, lost
nothing to worry
like i wasnt just telling her about the scars
about the constant need to cry
about the addiction to the pain
to the need to see blood
she tells me to love myself
like i can just wake up and do it
that im imagining things
maybe shes right
but i know im broken
but maybe it isnt the fact that thats true
maybe i just cant be fixed
too consumed already by my brain
her scrutining eyes never leave me
as i once again leave
with no problems solved
and new ones appearing
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PoetryI locked myself on a prison inside my mind and I dont even know how to escape #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱...
