Literature
Therapist
There you are, hello again;
It's been a long, long time;
Have a seat there - here you are -
Now, what's on your mind?
You weep, I see. Just hold me tight
And open up your heart;
Grip me harder, I don't mind;
Grind the page apart.
Your tears are blotting up my lines,
But you know I don't care;
You've come to me so much before,
And I've always been there.
The lead will break, the paper rip,
But don't stop...don't stop now
Your heart will break if you give up,
If you don't write somehow.