They say they understand,
They say they care,
They say they're here for me,
Yet where were they when I was sitting in the darkroom of the nurse's office.
Having a panic attack about whether it’s okay to go home or not when your head is hurting so fucking much you can’t see straight,
They cannot understand until there staying up till three four five in the morning working on homework because it is ingrained in you;
They cannot understand until there berating themselves with phrases and words like stupid disgusting idiot how could anyone ever love you,
Until their fingers feel empty without a blade and there skin longs for another scar,
They cannot understand,
They don’t care because they're not here,
They don’t understand because they can’t,
So just throw me more pills,
And prescribe me more bills,
When I’m dead maybe then you can realize;
No, you really didn’t understand.
A/N: These are my own thoughts/experiences. This does not represent every therapist/therapy session.