Why Do I Need Help Read Count : 21

Category : Poems

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Don't ask me to get therapy
The paper's always there for me
And though some words are hard to tell
The paper doesn't judge my hell
It doesn't care how hard I cry
Or for who, or how, or why
Or if I'm an ice cold "nothing's there"
While throwing madness through the air
You can keep your therapy
I'll bleed into my poetry. 

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  • Jun 24, 2022

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