What I don't want to say. . .

I was in a group therapy session this past month and a girls story really got to me, I won't disclose her name in this poem but she gave me permission to post the poem here. I hope you enjoy it.

There are numbers on the screen

That make me want to scream

I’m gonna cause a scene

Because these numbers can’t help me

I don’t want to be afraid

But at the end of everyday

I have something left to say

But i can never say it

The drawings in my mind

They take too much time

I’ll take it as a sign

To stop thinking at all

Colors don’t seem bright

I can’t find the light

I’m holding on too tight

So I’ll loosen my grip and let go