‘i alone’

pills
so many pills
and yet more to be found
a bottle of whiskey to wash them down
if only I had known
a ‘cry for help’
don’t patronise me
this was as real as real can be
it could happen again
the facility exists
it’s only me
and whether i choose to resist
you all think you’ll care
but it won’t get you anywhere

this
prerogative
is mine alone
no need to gnash or moan
let me take my path
no interest in your ideal(s)
i alone
will find what is real
reality
maybe one day you will see
free yourself from the scales
measurements all meaningless
looking for the more
while walking away with less

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