Self Help Therapy

Desperate for tea and sympathy

I went to through the door

The people already there

Steered at me

Then they started

Talking in tongues

Talking to themselves

In monotone voice repeating

The right empty phrases from

The book provided on

The dirty table

Love were not there at that moment

We emptied our mental potties

On one another

Spiting blood and saliva

In the process of drinking

Bad coffee and cheap tea

My name is this and that

And I am a mental douchebag

Like the rest of you

Now I have three minutes

To poo on the table

While you give me applause

And so they all did

Until the turn came to me

I did instead throw up

And left the table

I never drink

Coffee there again

Outsider

I am not like you

Therefore you despise me

Being thrown out again and again

From our common room

Fighting against the wind

I return again to look

At you the insiders

Living like animals

In a cage

Sun

The sun is still here

The days are longer

But without meaning

No answers are given

No questions asked

Just the cold wind

Touching your skin

Road by the sea

The road is small and narrow

Winding through the pine forest

No tree knows your name or

Destiny,

Only the shadows of the past

That always hunts you

From dawn to dusk

Every minute of the day

They treated you terrible

And your scars still bleeds

After decades of meaningless therapy

The hope of reaping rewards

And achieving success is long gone

Left is only the eternal values of

The sea and beach the stormy

Hour when the day turns to dusk

Corner

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In this lonely corner

I am all by myself

Seeing life passing by

Lost my meaning

Long time ago

Fear is gone

Hope is gone

Pictures moving

Aroud

What life should be like

At a certain age

But I am still here

Like a boy