Tomorrow another therapist.
Another one to tell me
Just keep going.
But I am tumbling
Stumbling on
Losing footing
Not sure
If I even want you back.
You have broken me
Hurt me
Cut me
Crushed my confidence
Under the weight of your demands
And your little critiques.
You're bad for me.
But you have much to lose.
More than I.
And I care for you
And I love you
And I hate to watch you burn.
So I'll put your sins behind
And move forward
Holding your hand in mine
If you'll let me.
