I went to get some pills today,

Little, nearly forgotten drops of hope.

Warning signs came upon me and

I had to ask for help.


I went for a run today, tried to sweat the fear away.

It waits, patient for the next day, with far greater stamina than I.

I need to ask for help.


I looked at a knife today

sharp, serrated, welcoming teeth.

It speaks to me of sleep and rest,

of help.