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Counsellor
written by ieatsmellysocks09:33 PM 12/2/04Theres so much shit I’d rather do
Than sit here and listen to you
Your lips keep moving but I cant hear a word you say
I know you don’t give a shit whether or not im ok
You told me that your always there
But the truth is you don’t fucking care
You love watching me suffer with my misery
You don’t give a fuck about me
Hey mr.counsellor with your nice suit and tie
Your telling me I can trust you but that’s just a lie
Yes I have problems yes im depressed
But I don’t need your help just because my life is messed
You’ve got a big smile on your creepy little face
You keep talking and talking while im staring into space
Give it up your wasting your time
Give me a minute im losing my mind
The clock is ticking I cannot think of anything to say
It doesn’t really matter because you don’t care if im ok
You tell me that you can help me
When I know your laughing at my misery
Hey mr.counsellor with your nice suit and tie
Your telling me I can trust you but that’s just a lie
Yes I have problems yes im depressed
But I don’t need your help just because my life is messed
So LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE |
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I hate counsellors...please comment
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| » Comments / Feedback | by chaoticthoughts (12-2-2004 - 09:44 PM)
| I hate counselors too, I had so many over the past 5 years. There all bullshit. I would say to everyone If I killed myself would you come to my funeral? None of them would say one fucking thing. Then I would go to the next. They would be like that's your decision, I would be like but aren't you the one who is suppose to keep me from making it? If I did, wouldn't it then be technically your fault for not doing your job. They all cancelled me as a patient. I wonder why. |
by dancingrooster08 (12-3-2004 - 12:55 AM)
| Yeah, I've heard about people with dipshit counselors. It's a good poem, though. It's kind of written like a song.
erika. |
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