Morning again

Plastic cup

Kitchen sink

Little moons in my hand

I don’t even stop to think

White chalk on my tongue

Label says I should feel fine

But the hours crawl crooked

While the world stays out of line

I’m taking pills that never help

Tiny storms inside my shelf

Doctor’s words in shaky ink

But they don’t say what I think

I keep on cheating myself

On pills that never

Never help

Blue light

Ceiling fan

Counting cracks instead of sheep

Every side effect listed

Except the way they steal my sleep

Friends say “you’ll get there”

From a distance

From their phones

I’ve got bottles like trophies

For every night I spend alone

I’m taking pills that never help

Tiny storms inside my shelf

Doctor’s words in shaky ink

But they don’t say what I think

I keep on cheating myself

On pills that never

Never help

What if I signed my name

On a page that wasn’t mine

What if I need more than numbers

More than “you’ll be fine”

I’m taking pills that never help

Tiny storms inside my shelf

Doctor’s words in shaky ink

But they don’t say what I think

I keep on cheating myself

On pills that never

Never help