and you walk away
each step
a bone falling down
as you breakthere's a wolf
eating up all your flesh
when you cry into your bedsheets
every nightand silently
your friends join in
your family add themselves
to the list of people tearing you apartso cruel and so heartless
they want to see you suffer more
give you a choice
an option
you're willing to takeas the numbers fall
fade to black
so does the apprehension
each time you step your feet
onto the scalethere's no way
it gets worse
than the wolf
pulling out all you have
on your own body.i wish i could help you
but the wolf likes to protect
his nourishment.
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose