One little pill,
for one little ill.
Could never be believed how fast it can kill.
One little pill,
for one little ill.
Can I ever get off or is it needed still?
It took my brain and caused physical pain
One little pill,
for one little ill.
Have you asked your doctor how it steals your will?
It may help with the worry but you may end up sorry.
It may do much more, are you getting the full story.
One little pill
for one little ill,
I think there’s an error,
I have chemical terror.
One little pill,
for one little ill.
Have some trouble with sleep,
It could make it more deep
But you might want to weep
When you lay down one night and never awaken.
As one little pill given with info mistaken, has left your loved ones alone as your life’s has been taken.
By one little pill.
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This poetry is from lived experience with iatrogenic harm to the CNS and the mental/physical imbalances that reside in our systems after surviving traumatic experiences in life. Highlighting healing with the innate immune system. I am passionate about helping people understand what has happened to them and the systems of care that allude to one thing but deliver something quite different. https://www.youtube.com/@musingsfromtheabyss
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