The Loss of Angels

-This is fictional- Call me in again Tell me to sit down I didn't do it this time Tell me not to make a sound. In a back office Behind a locked door At the end of the hallway I can't take any more. Outside no one listens It's better they don't know Nobody asks me to tell Or tells me I have to show. After we began our "sessions" I've found that I've become More quick and prone to violence But otherwise I'm just numb. I see the world outside But inside I don't find god I don't feel angels comforting And now I don't find it odd. You tell me that He loves me You tell me you do too You tell me lots of things I just want you to be through. I wonder if it's everyone If it's just me then why Is it part of the plan That I can't shut my eyes?