I need some medication to fix this
infection that grows inside of me
meaning, the sadness that blooms
inside my chest at one am when
nobody is awake to hear me whisper
that I am lonely.

I need a pill to compromise this
feeling inside that it's okay to
open my own skin like I'm trying to
dissect what is wrong and right
within my blood.

I need a shot to take down the
feelings that make me frown
quite often, often enough
to keep me from friends
and school and normal
things in life.

I need a hit to slow down the
drumming beating in my chest
at 90 miles per hour meaning,
I am not okay and I don't know if
I can be.