THERAPY SESSION

seven » b l a c k o u t

a barrel can only fit
a certain amount of water
a distinct number of tears i cry
until it spills over

but why
does the barrel get deeper
every time i say "i'm fine"
"there's nothing wrong"
the third person asks
"would they even keep her?"

disappointing
a single letter seems
like my worst mistake
every night
at 23:51 pm

dissatisfying
one bad grade looks
like an unfixable problem
these hours
behind school desks

blackout.
i hate myself.