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,