To Be My Own Psychologist

"How are we feeling today?"

"How much have you eaten?"

"Let's check your weight."

"Have you ever hurt yourself?"

"Are you hearing things?"

"Are you seeing things?"

An interrogation

All too familar.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Do you know why I'm here?

"I'm here to help."

Myself.

I'm here because

I too have sat

In the very position you find yourself.

I'm here because

I know what it's like

To be bombarded by billions of bullets,

Each at point blank,

Rounding off

                          Who

What

                          When

Why

                          How

Did I find myself

In this position.

And I swatted them all away

One by one,

Let them d

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Before me.

Because nobody cared,

And I didn't care,

Because I was

INVINCIBLE.

But even the greatest hero

Has their downfall.

And I fell further and further,

Faster and faster

D

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        the rabbit hole.

I fell.

Off with my head.

So they poked

And they prodded

With their pointless

Questions, trying to pinpoint

The cause of psychosis.

But this I promise.

I am not here

To point and laugh and humiliate

Like the others before me.

I am not here

To run from you

When you need me most.

I am not here

To make things worse.

I am not here

To hurt you.

So I'm down on my knees,

Begging, pleading,

LET ME HELP YOU.

So that I may help

Myself.