Can you help with that?

BoMarie Poems

I don’t sleep well anymore I need pills to help with that. Sometimes I sleep too much I need pills to help with that. I think about how I’m going to die a lot I need pills to help with that. I worry about what I’ll do if I lose you first I need pills to help with that. I feel the most lonely in crowded places With loud banter and familiar faces I feel the most lonely in my head The curtains blocking the sun, I’m a slave to my bed I need pills to help with that. And I don’t like taking them, They make me feel less capable, and more ashamed that I cannot function happily like the others. I need pills to help with that. I need them but I don’t want them, And because I don’t want them, I don’t take them, and because I don’t take them I take myself to the top of a building, and find peace from the thought of jumping. Will you watch me fly like a bird, float like a feather? Let me find peace among my brain’s bad weather? I don’t need pills to help with that. Can you help with that?