I go sit down
In the chair
Across from her
She asks how I have been doing
But I cant say what I want to
So I tell her the bare minimum
I cant tell her my feelings
Or what I have donw to myself
There is a chance
It will get back to mom
The mom I dont want to know anything
I think in my head
Just tell me it will be alright
That I will get over the urge
To bring harm upon myself
That I will be alright
Someday
I know exactly what your talking about here. I also go to counseling and it's like I want to tell them everything but im scared in a way. I'm also waiting for the day i hear that it will be alright.. EXCELLENT POEM... I can relate to this one alot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think alot of people will be able to relate to this one Kristina. Sadly cutting seems to be on the rise...or maybe it's just finally being talked about. Either way, i'm glad you wrote this, it may just help somebody else. Nice job. Sincerely, Mary