What the Therapist Should've Said...

Deny, defend, deflect, despise. There's nowhere for you to hide. Please spare us all the wasted time. You're dead despite your breathing; your heart might as well stop beating. No amount of thread and needle could help you sew a different life. As if self deprecation could make it right. You lost track of who to hate so you resort to self-loathing. Indifference is the new AIDs. Apathy the new black plague. And you are so very sick. You need to fucking change. There's nowhere left to hide. So you must change or else you're gonna die. You're infected, and wasting time. 'Cause what you have right now could hardly be called a life. Always so scared to try, spending your life waiting to die. Waiting for acceptance that just can't find you, and never will. You spend your days inside singing the blues while the sun goes down without being used.