“It hurts more if you keep it in.”
That’s what my therapist says
Every time we are set to begin.
My logical self knows that it’s true,
But I feel like letting it out exponentially
Increases the damage it will do.
My pain has its own heart.
It’s packed inside me so tight
I worry that once it’s out, I will fall apart.
The anguish threatens to overflow,
To break through
And destroy all that I know.
Can talking really save me?
Will words reboot my mind
And somehow set me free?
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