Therapy
Sit me down on a couch covered in plush cushions
Ask me my name
Ask me my age
Ask me why im here
I can answer these questions, I can tell you my name, I can tell you how old i am
But i can't answer that last one, I can't tell you why i'm here
Truth is i don't really know
All i know is that i'm not okay
That my pieces are all scrambled together
And I need you to help me sort them out
That my mind is a mess
That my soul is a wreck
That i'm falling down into a grave I dug for myself
Standing at the bottom of a hole with the shovel in my hand
That i'm drowning in this pain that came out of nowhere
That my tongue is bleeding from all the times I bit down on it
That my wrists are aching from the chains I've bound them with
That this monster called anxiety has moved into my stomach twisting me into knotts
Making a toy of my heart
That my skin is covered in invisible scars i couldn't heal with band-aids
That by back is in ribbons from all the knife's people stabbed into it
That my thoughts are tired of the manipulation
That my shoulders are sagging from this weight i drag around with me
That i'm tired of trying to be something im not
That i'm sick of forcing smiles
That my mentals taken a turn for the worse
That i need to escape the confines of this cage people call a”body”
You ask me how that makes me feel
Do you really want to know?
Do you really want me to answer that?
I'm dying to tell you, dying to say all the words iv’e tried to swallow down
Trust me i want to let go of this baggage, and everybody says you can help me put it down
But im used to the silence
Nobodys ever heard me before
Nobodys ever peeled back the many layers of facades and masks to see what's underneath
And i never bothered to show them
At this point I don't even know how to speak up
I'm afraid of what might happen if I do
The truth is burning a hole in my throat but i can't seem to let it past my sealed lips
Im silently begging you not to hurt me
Not to be disappointed in what im about to say
I’ve never told anyone how i feel before
Or not how i really feel anyways
Its just to easy to say “im fine”
To bury the painful truth in beautiful lies
But i'm here now
And i have to answer the question
It's just that I don't know how to
How does that make me feel?
I can't explain these emotions
I could never find words that could make sense out of them
And even if i did you still wouldn't really know how i feel
You cant see inside of me
I could try and tell you how I feel but you still wouldn't feel it
You wouldnt understand the crippling pain
The desperate need to escape
How i feel imprisoned by my own skin
How i feel like i'm drowning
The way I choke on air trying to get oxygen into my lungs
How this pain isn't just emotional its physical to
The headaches, the nousia, the dizziness, everything hurts, everything
I can't explain the terror that takes a hold of me
The feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, helplessness
Because to you depression and anxiety are just words but right now there my reality
How could I tell you life just doesn't feel worth the effort, that sometimes I'd rather just die
How sometimes my heart literally hurts from the grief i feel
How everyday it gets harder to keep a smile on my face
How sometimes i feel like i'm overflowing and other times feel completely empty
I know how these things make me feel, i just don't know how to explain it to you
And in a way that you would actually understand the depth of this pain
And it hurts me so much because I want so badly to let someone in
I just don't feel like I can trust people
But I also don't feel like I can fight these demons on my own
Im tired at constantly feeling at war with myself
But i know if i tell you how i feel
All you’ll do is give me ways to control the pain because even you can't make it go away
You’ll tell me i just need to change my attitude
That the cup is half full
You’ll give me some bullshit techniques to help calm my anxiety
But how am i supposed to do or complete these tasks
How can i change my thought process when I consider getting out of bed being an achievement?
So I'll just sit here smiling like I always do
Telling you “no really i'm okay”
That this must have been some sort of mistake
And that I'm sorry i wasted your time
And im sorry im such a disappointment
I just don't feel like I can do this anymore
But thank you for trying.