Switching Meds
Titrate down
till all the help is out of your system
the thoughts come fast
the pointless days
silent nights
the evil, sharp edges of sanity
roll with it, as blades of suicidal ideation
fill your waking hours
wait, wait, wait
the new one will come soon
new medicine that will take the thoughts away,
that will raise you from near dead daydreams
and let you breathe slow and even,
rest
until then, just turn, walk away
and shhh
keep it to yourself
no one wants to think
you have any problems
like that.
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