"So this will be our fifth session, correct?
Let me get out my notebook..
Okay... Let's talk."
So i open up and talk. She writes..
Patient was raped as a child.
It seems so final when its printed
The night I lost my smile
Simplified into black ink.
Maybe it's easier for you though.
Because your job is not to feel how I feel
Just to organize and solve my problems.
Patient is a cutter.
All that hurt shoved into one simple sentence
Are my scars really that simple though?
Handwriting gracefully spread on the page
Contrasts these jagged scars.
Theres so much more to it all
Blood can't be simplified. Or summarized.
Patient is becoming unresponsive.
I'm so done coming here
Your methods aren't working.
Im tired of reading happy cards.
The way you write my pain in bullet points
Makes me hate you. hate this. hate me.
I wish you'd put the pen down and just listen.
Put the fucking pen down.
And just listen.