The roses wilting
Over the side of the glass
Sensed they had given up
Could not forever last
My sickening feeling
Inside of me
Sadness seeping out
Wanting to be freed
They look so tired
As if it’s the end
Flowers to one side
No way to mend
As I gaze down
Studying the floor
A tear leaves my eye
I can’t do this anymore
Grabbing the stalks
Piercing my hand
Throwing with force
Don’t care where they land
As I collapse to the floor
Feeling sorry for myself
I have given up
I need to find help
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Happy New Year Phil! 🎆
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Thank you, Bonne année
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Hi, Phil. I don’t know if this is how you are feeling now or if this is a poem taken from one of your books a while ago. If you are feeling like this now, please know I’m thinking of you and hoping you find the help you need very soon. Take care x
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Hi Ellie, no it’s taken from my books, thanks for caring. How is it going? Managed to find a new doc?
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I’m glad you’re not feeling so down and desperate now, Phil. That’s very good to hear. I’m not so good right now; my therapy ends on Wednesday, which I’m dreading. I’m now on a waiting list to see a new therapist but have been told the wait is likely to be months rather than weeks. Where I am going, they are partly charity-funded, so they keep the costs low, whereas, if I went somewhere else, I’d be looking at about £50 – £60 per hour, which I just can’t afford. I guess I’ll have to sit it out and wait. Not easy, though. Thank you so much for asking. Keep well.
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I can connect with this poem, I have been in such situations before.
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Happy to know that you can relate, thank you for commenting
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