A letter to my psychiatrist.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Shattered Soldier, Feb 14, 2010.

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  1. Shattered Soldier

    Shattered Soldier Well-Known Member

    Constant urges beckon me
    Walk with me
    Pace with me

    I want to go home
    But you’re lying
    You sent me away
    Now I’m dying

    My soul can find no solace
    Pace with me
    Laugh with me

    I can’t see your eyes
    But you’re lying
    I trusted in you
    Now I’m dying

    Nobody hears our prayer
    Sweat with me
    Be scared for me

    You sold me to your laziness
    Now all I am is a total fucking mess
     
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I hope he reads it and see your pain
    excellent write
     
  3. Shattered Soldier

    Shattered Soldier Well-Known Member

    Thank you!

    I don't think I'm going to give it to him though. He is such a great guy that he doesn't deserve it. From the five minutes he gives me of his time per month, to prescribing any medication I suggest (except the controlled ones, I am an addict) I think he deserves a belated Valentine's Day card. I really get to feel that I am my own doctor when I go in there, that its just another version of me sitting there with a prescription pad. Lots of people say its time for me to get a new one, but how could I when the "benefits" are so obvious?
     
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