Can you pick up on all these tells,
Woven into every conversation I have?
This is the second time someone tries to sell,
Pills to me, so a smile they can craft.
At first it looks demeaning and hurtful,
But then who could mistake careening and deceitful?
I've gotten as low as a person can get,
One step above self-harm is what they said.
They said I need help, pulling myself from a slump,
Before they can even reach for what has sunk.
They need to manipulate serotonin receptors in my brain,
They need to formulate a plan for me to finally escape.
I'm going to start this journey soon, probably on the 28th,
So if you don't hear from me, just try and wait.
Hopefully I will be back stronger than ever,
And I don't just fall apart altogether.
See you on the other side.