100 mg - A Poem

The skies are gray

Like the matter in my brain

Chemicals that flow incorrectly

Like a pipe underground

Blocked out by seaweed

Can anything be done to perfect me?

The air is cold

I say “So is my soul”

My friend exhales

A visualization of their breath

I wish I could see

A time when I was happy

But those memories have left

You can validate

And say “it’s okay”

And it will slightly ease the pain

But can’t you see

I have to do this page

At exactly 7:00 PM

Or I’ll get a bad grade?

Bad memories

From when I was 15

They come back stronger and stronger

Okay, I say

I admit defeat

I can’t take this any longer

The serotonin

Is all I need

I’m like an addict

Fallen to my knees

A river run dry

Go to the root of the problem

The pipe, take out the seaweed

“I’d like to up my dose”

“100mg, please”