Being the therapist friend isn't as easy as you'd think,
For I cannot even cope with the stress, I must resort to drink.
Whilst I numb your worries and listen to your feelings,
You become healed, I need the healing.
I always try my best to make you laugh, say all the right words,
My vision of light grows darker, fuzzy and blurred.
Sometimes I just want to break down, scream in your face,
For helping you hurts me, but as a friend, I must take on the case.
If you knew how I felt, you'd think I'm a bad friend,
In a way, I don't even care anymore, I just want the sadness to end.
Nobody ever thinks to help the therapist friend, they always seem so joyous,
But in private people annoy us, break us, destroy us.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
