THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE

31.01.14 . 5:29 am

I am easily derailed

My defences held for a year, and now they crumble in front of me, warn out from all the poison they conceal

I weep in the basement of the psychotherapy unit, hoping to be consoled, receiving nothing, And I say,

I don't want to look at all of this on my own, I don't want to reveal it just for myself,

I want to show it to someone and be helped to heal,

Maybe it will make the suffering worth it, I can't do it just for myself,

And I'm met with averted eyes and I clean up my eyes and step back into the sunshine, with headphones in and a heavy sigh

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