i yell i need help, but never actually go to get it
deep down, i am scared to admit
that it stems from denial
now i am in a never ending cycle, of begging for survival
maybe i need some deep therapy
but honestly, who would want to listen to me?
i carry a fear of being judged
to be rejected and unloved
i want to open up what i closed
unlock and feel exposed
so sick of feeling numb
a new person to become
but the cycle continues to repeat
me and my mind constantly compete
i am forever the loser
a slave to my abuser
under her command
is that something a therapist could understand?
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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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