Cognition Therapy

It takes her 45 minutes To overtake my obsessions 2 weeks no talk Im finished She’s knows I make my confessions Only to her It’s because I’m a lonely unsure Phony and raw Unholy unthawed The demons over the years Have broken my jaw Yeah mom says they all love me But I know what I saw The ignorant blemished son Inherits the mentality Of condemning his mortality He’s lived as the wretched one He wants to get a gun Invest in funds Detect the ones That have caused his death undone She says to him Stop leaning into your fears She says over the years I have focused on tears My intentions are Supposed to be clear But my statements Are untold and insane She mills over my brain Surprised at the level of shame She sees he’s a rebel against his own brain Each and every moment Compromised His brain is his own opponent When I imagine speaking with her A jolt of energy Revitalizes my head I hope she knows that it’s destiny She reorganizes the sad thoughts I wait a week and I’m desperate 45 minutes to save me Is it enough to complete with protection I hope it’s known that I’m crazy She is a beacon Amongst a team of opposition The tears stream through my system She says think clear please just listen The world is there for you to conquer Think of it as an antidote to your despair Not a monster Family throws me in the basement She cries for me takes me to her spaceship Damn is the white gold? It’s beautiful You’re so fucking bright My eyes hurt when we speak I like her but I’m meek She has my disease she has my disorder She has the same needs she would produce a perfect daughter So I should put the noose back She’s right that would be a cowardly act I can take this world and make it my domain I can make this girl my future take her into my veins I trust her desperately She helps me incessantly It’s a bond with terms unspoken These are the delusions of a drug addict I’m not a pothead or a stoner It’s a terrible habit And she knows this more than my soul She tries to expose this and says I’m old I should move on, stop knocking on the door that contains my skeletons She’s the best there has ever been for me In terms of therapy She’s the only one who can see my history And not look away in distress She says the pain comes from the regret But it’s unearned No one but her can Destroy What is Killing Me