but you don't want me to make accusations, about the things you know are true. How is it alright that you don't know me? You don't believe me? How can I forgive?
Nothing but a falling leaf--
in disbelief
the waves crash over.
the waves crash over.
but I wan't to drown.
So no fighting,
sinking-- to the nothingness.
sinking, to nothing.
Pull me out,
warm me
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I have a different suggestion than jamakanboy. This isn't to say that I think he is incorrect or correct; I suspend judgement on that, since I don't know you as well as your closest friends.
But my suggestion is, rather than seek out a mental health professional (since psychology, like every other discipline in the cornicopia of scholarly pursuits, is riddled with its own prejudices and axioms), seek out your closest friends. Seek out your family. Go to a Catholic Church and seek out a priest--that's who I turn to when I'm in trouble.
In tough times, you don't need strangers who will fill your mind with paradigms too abstract for you to disagree with.
And, if you feel comfortable, you can talk to me as well. You know my email, and if you request, I can give you my phone number as well.
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