You are right about me;
I understand your frustration.


I'm exhausting,
I know.


I go through the same cycles,
never growing.


This has gone on so long;
I sound like a broken record.


I have been so careful
with who I bared my soul too.


I trusted you
and still you walked away.


You left me with the excuse
that I don't listen to your counsel.


I heard every word,
but each one cut deep.


You don't think
I want to change?


You don't think I want
to get better?


Of course I want to recover,
but the task seems daunting.


And now without my therapist,
how could I hope to improve?

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