When the meds run out
Are you sure I'll be fine?
Are you sure I wont relaps...
again...
Are you sure?
When the meds run out
Will you be there for me when I feel
Useless?
Scared?
Alone?
Not good enough?
Will you be there to tell me
that the thoughts will go away again?
or
Will you leave like everyone else?
and leave me to my thoughts?
Yell at me like my parents?
Tell me I'm useless?
I hope when the meds run out
that I will be okay



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