Another Session

I sit there like I’m meant to
You ask if I’m okay
Really? Isn’t it obvious
That I've cried 3 times today?

You ask what I’ve been doing
Nothing - the answer’s the same
Tears and screams are Nothing…
This week has left me drained…

I cling silently to my arms
My legs begin to shake
These probing painful questions
Are now too much to take

Tears start falling down
As you look into my eyes
You say ‘I understand’
But no one hears my cries

I release another secret
That I know you will dissect
Throwing up some answer
That I know I will reject

Your words keep pressing hard
Upon my shattered frame
You tell me ‘It’s not your fault’
When I know I’m all to blame

You try to catch my eye…
You ask ‘Why are you crying?’
There is no point in anything
When each day I feel like dying

It’s just another painful session
Just one more session in the week
Another session where silence prevails
Another session where I can’t speak...

Mm thank you for reading x