If I had always done, what a little girl is told,
Life may look quite different now.
I ran my hands under the cold tap,
To feel something, anything else.
Simple things, can save you in a pinch,
but leave you to dry out.
If you don't have a cure, don't call
I can't take it lightly anymore.
The music soothes yet triggers.
I allow myself to be swayed,
by sounds and noise,
and ponder the differences.
I feel old and dry,
and out of pills.