today was the day
i went to the psychologist.
they told me to stay,
though i really had enough of it.
why couldn't they just understand
that i see the world different
i mean, . . . . . . . . i now know
that they don't want me to go.
maybe it is my fault,
i wanted something to change.
now everything changed.
i changed
maybe it is my fault,
i was the one that tiered their hearts apart.
now they try to heal them.
they try to heal me, to heal their hearts.
no.
no, no, no.
i want to take it back.
i want to take everything back that i've done
no,
no,
no.
. . . . . . . . . i know it was my fault.
i want to take it back and throw it into the stars,
so i stay reminded how awful you can destroy their hearts.
so when i look up, i stay reminded how awful you can make their thoughts.
but also, so i can maybe someday see the light that came with it.
