I am unawoke.

Too jaded to believe,

The system is of any help to me.

They say:

Tell someone your whole story,

So you can be whole,

& finally free.

They came asking why,

Wanted to know what had made me cry,

Have a low head,

And stop looking people in the eye.

Thinking I had made a friend,

I commiserated.

But once they got their information,

They had no reason,

To make me included.

They didn’t want to heal together,

Help each other.

To find new ways,

Or See another.

They were after blood,

Revenge and more.

So, when I met them again.

I already knew there are other ways to move on.

I gave them nothing

Left alone,

& got along.

So when I stop you from spilling your guts.

Please know,

It is not to be a pest.

It’s for your protection.

I can’t give your trauma the right bed to rest.

It’s because I know what it will cost,

For your wound to be opened,

& all to bet and watch.