medication — Summary

i don't want "i love you's" i don't want that i want something someone i need something new my old medication doesn't work

it isn't strong enough i need something new more medicine more more i need a new prescription

maybe he was my new medince but he's too expensive i had gotten a small dosage of his caring and i overdosed

my eyes are dull now my posture is slouched my laugh isn't as loud my grades are dropping my three meals are becoming one

i'm failing failing at what i do failing at being happy failing at being me failing at school failing at friendships

now i realized that i need help so they're getting me help i was scared i am scared but i'm more scared of what direction my life is headed

i breathe sadness i am sadness nothing happy can be found in my mind only my smile not even my eyes so i'll get medication i'll drug myself up

i'll do it if it means i won't fail if i can have friendships relationships be happy get straight A's again eat normally again

be okay again so this is my poem my poem to get me help get me help before i'm bad again get me help

get it for me talk to the counselor let them drug me up let me be happy again let them wash out my tainted mind

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Medication, in this poem, is both a literal and a figurative idea. At first the speaker uses it as a metaphor for needing something stronger than "i love you's" to feel okay. A boy, "he," becomes a kind of new medicine, but a small dose of his caring leads to an overdose, and the speaker is left worse off. The poem then lists what is slipping away: bright eyes, a loud laugh, good grades, regular meals.

Midway, the tone shifts from craving to admission. The speaker says she is failing and needs help, and that others are now getting it for her. She admits to being scared, but more afraid of where her life is heading. The ending reads like a plea, almost an instruction to whoever reads it: talk to the counselor. The mood is heavy and exhausted, yet quietly hopeful, since the poem itself is an attempt to ask for help and to feel "okay again."

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