The Cracks
I can feel the racks,They're spreading.
I can see them too.
They're the new worry line on my brow,
The tear streak down my face,
The new spot where another patch of hair has faillin from.
The cracks are the reminders that nothing is well.
They represent what can't be seen,
Only felt.
The cracks you see,
Aren't the cracks at all,
They're the side affects.
Just like the side affect of prescription meds,
Neusia, vomiting, depression, sleeplessness, even death.
The side affects are all from the same 50/50 chance pill.
The cracks show what about to break,
Not what has.
The pill helps you keep it together,
helps you fight the fight.
But the cracks spread...
And they give way...and then it...
...Breaks....
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