I hated that hellish room
and that it always smelled like
when you would wait in a doctor’s office
for what you already knew
was bad news
Yet this place was supposed to make you
feel comfortable
even the lights dim
but bright at the same time
made me mad

The first time was the worst
and im not gonna lie it got a lot better
I just hated the fact that my parents insisted I go
even though I said I didn’t need the help
deep down I knew that I did
Although I hated that every time I went
it all came back to me i
in the end it was a big help
to have someone to talk to
who i knew wouldn’t care
what I had to say

All I can remember
is the best day of my life
when it was all over
the day my life was regained
It was like this giant weight
had been lifted off my shoulders
like I had been suffocating under water
just barely living for the longest time
and I was finally
able to reach the surface of that water
to breathe.