This is my latest written word that sort of expresses some shit im going through right now.... --Vodka-Valium Cocktail Party-- I don't want you to go back so come with me instead we wont listen to those voices screaming in your head. i dont understand your crying or those pills you take at night the proffessionals say you need them but youve shown me theyre not right. cause ive seen the better side of you the one they dont see away from the charts and "games" when its only you and me. you say you cant go back but they come and take you away you say you try and stop them but they do it anyway. they think they know whats best for you. why dont you trust inside? you let them tell you how to feel ...so obvious you try to hide. the machines may analyze you with all the tests they do but so much shit in such short time id be suffering too. come be with me again tonight I'll kiss your deepest scar I dont need a fucking nametag to show you who you are. We'll burn the machines to the ground and tonight you sleep at home and the doctor you just met today can play his "games" alone.
LOVE IT!!!!!! Is this a real life experience???? With a friend of a girlfriend of yours? I have a best friend with bad anxiety and ocd and this poem makes me think of her
Shes a girl i met a while ago who has been through a lot of shit in her life. I really like her, she is so awesome and just... great. But she has to go to the advocacy centers and all this shit all the time for their so called "therepy". I know she hates it, and it just keeps making her remember all the stuff shes dealt with and it drives her nuts. Then it makes her feel worse, so they diagnose her and analyze her and say she isnt getting any better so they recommend more sessions and more treatments and more medication. The thing i find funny about it all is she goes in to a doctor who she has only met that day. The doctor only knows about her what he reads in her record and charts, and without even knowing her as she really is, and not even seeing her outside of the sessions somehow manages to "diagnose" what is at the root of her problem. Sometimes i feel like im the only one who sees the vicious circle it has all become. The reason I named this poem "Vodka-Valium Cocktail Party" is because it all reverts back to an attempted suicide that happened years ago, in case anyone was wandering about that.
This was written with some deep real life shit! and thats what makes it so beautiful. it came from inside of you, and that is where everything lies, and that is what makes this peice what it is. pure genius!
