The Best Therapy
There's many things a therapist will say
When you tell them you want to die
They'll tell you how to make the bad thoughts obey
But most of what they say are lies
For me , my life revolved in my depression
My life had become a constant transgression
But writing would take it away
The pen touched the page and the words would come flowing
Unstoppable like a harsh wind blowing
Like beer to a drunk I was intoxicated by ink
Better than any therapy , the page was my shrink
I won't lie and say I'm perfectly okay
But I have to say , I'm mostly , perfectly gay
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