TherapyTherapy.Therapy in Free Verse More Like This
It's to help the mind deal with your body and soul.
The abuse has torn my insides along with the outside.
Bringing up the past that was thought to be buried alive.
I don't want the medicine again, it's poisonous.
Bring me into a field and have me tear my soul apart until I can't breath anymore.
Have me feel the ecstasy of my brain bingeing on the memories.
The thoughts that rip threw my agony like a silver bullet aimed right for my heart.
As it hits, my mind implodes. The Dust settles and the brain dies.
Therapy will cure the agony and erase the abuse.
Empty out all the trash put into my mind.
God help me.
Mom's Death DaySo I deleted my latest journal about this jerk off who blocked me , I did not want to write about him anyways . My plan was to write about my mom , it is now exactly 11 years to the day that she died , on Monday September 23rd at 5:48 pm how do I know exactly ? Well , I have a copy of her death certificate which my dad gave me for my birthday anyways I wrote this poem about her and wanted to share it here :Mom's Death Day in Personal Journal More Like This
Mother you gave me life
You're the beacon of light
You taught me wrong from right
I learned so much from you
You're my teacher , my mentor and more
Always lending a helping hand
When I didn't understand
Protecting me from harm , safety I've found in your arms
You're my sister , my best friend til the end
Because you always loved me for who I am .