but i'm not out of the woods

this is to the evil need
for an ending
to all the hurt,

this is to all the ways i was thinking
of letting go

this is to the tears,
that drowned me

i made it

this is to the hands that held my head together,
when i couldn't get a hold of myself

this to the friends that stayed
when even i wanted to leave

this is to the ears that listened,
once a week, for an hour,
once a month, for a new prescription

thank you