I'm the therapist friend
You call me at my worst
But don't worry
I'll be okay just to help you
Breakdowns? No, never, those don't exit
I'm the therapist friend
I give advice, I give hope, I nurture and I care
I help, and help and give everything of me
No one helps me, and I'm okay with it
But why is this the reality I live in
Why can't I force anew out of myself
If all it takes is a small tip in my regular day
To make the real long lasting change
If I continue this way
I might as well drive a dagger into my gut
And twist it all the way
So that I do tear my heart apart
Because as the therapist friend
I am tearing my heart apart
To be a therapist friend
Because the fear of being alone and rejection
Is just painfully so and too big
And so I'd rather tear my heart
Than have no one for it to beat for
Because I'm the therapist friend
And I help.
Awaiting for help towards my own.
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