Woke up in a haze
pill bottles scattered on my bed
mind slowly remembering the craze.
Oh, the downfall of having a chronic disease
putting pills in your mouth with such ease.
I asked you two days ago to keep an eye on me,
I started a new medication and I’m not sure how it’ll impact me.
Scrambling for the bottle,
severe mood swings
Fuck. I knew this isn’t me,
drowning everyone out in misery.
In one day, I managed to push two people out,
burning bridges and wearing them out.
My heart is heavy as I dumped the remaining pills
angry with my disease that almost killed.
I’ll never expect for you to forgive me,
but here is my silent plea.