I Write As a Form of Therapy

I’m a glutton for punishment.

I let people hurt me, I tell them I can take it.

In reality I bury it deep deep inside.

Bury them until one day something tips me over, and everything, all the things I’ve tried to forget, all the hurt I’ve buried deep down.

They come out.

I’m such a fool.

I’m an idiot.


All I do is smile when I’m around you but I cry when I’m alone.