20 October 2012
I sat in that office, It was just torture to say, Forcing the words, Trying to push problems away.
It kind of helped, Maybe a tad, But the thoughts still come, About my Mum and my Dad.
All the stress, All the tears, All the fights, All the fears,
Nothings really helping, The truth is beginning to change, My thoughts are unbearable, The pain is rather strange.
Sometimes I feel happy, Others, angry or sad, But no matter what happens, My mind is being bad.
Counselling • Opuss № I