Seeing It Through
When my mood and thoughts are black
And it’s empathy and compassion that I lack
I curl in a ball
Feeling ever so small
I push you away
Not wanting you to go
My coping skills stay
But little did I know
Without even trying it’s still working
My coping skills are thriving
Go on put me to the test
Me, I’m at my best
I go to sleep and wake up laughing
But that’s the thing now because I can
All the work in therapy that I’ve done
Seeing it through I know I’ve won
Written by a patient in the Women’s Service, Rampton