Patient 11, Session 2

A Poem by BunnyXBunny

New words.

Cope. This is therapy.
Settle down. We wish you health.
Calm now. We're all loved ones.
We can fix you,
heal you,
make you well...

I trading my addictions for something harder
So I can taste explosions in my head
I've become too familiar with the friction
Of all my blood cells burning.

I'm standing here in silver covered clovers
And whispering my plans to all these gods.
The hole is starting to get bigger
I know I'm ready for Wonderland.

Hush. It's pain inflicted.
Please. No words of death.
Come home. We all need you.
We love you,
miss you,
We're desperate.

All my thoughts are sudden and quite violent
Wishing I could sacrifice the lamb.
Thinking what it'd be like to be inside her
Me and all my stainless friends.

Hear a song sickened and suffocated
One that howls to the moon
Feeling like a child always playing
Melting all these plastic men.

Stop. This is madness.
Enough. You're more than this.
Please. Let me help you.
Let us free you,
Save you,
Forgive your sins

We can heal you
We can fix you
We can help you
We can save you
Stop you
Stop you
Stop
Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop....

Doctor? Is this therapy?
Am I doing all these steps correct?
Loves? No one's talking.
Has this therapy session come to an end?