Empty wrappers in my hand
One a day saves my life
Taken together, will end my strife.
Hang in there. Help is on its way, they say.
Please! But who will keep me from myself away?
Breathe. Go slow. Take it day by day.
Cuts and bruises on my arm
Please wake me up from this nightmare, dear alarm
Or send me as well, to that far away farm.