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Don't tell me that you understand,
don't tell me that you know.
Don't tell me that I'll survive,
how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a test,
that I am truly blessed;
that I am chosen for a this task
apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers
that can only come from me.
Don't tell me how my grief will pass,
that I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgement
of the bond I must untie
Don't tell me how to suffer,
and don't tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness.
My pain is all I see.
But I need your love,
unconditioanlly.
Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share.
Just hold my hand and let me cry.
and say,"My friend I care."
-Author unkown..
my therapist showed me this poem
I thought some of you guys could relate ..