Placebo Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I'm living inside myself
Big veins, tall days
Whispering voices
Tell me what to say
Oh, if only they could
Offer something similar
To a female advice column
It seems too obvious,
That I've failed
To spike your interest
Insomnia has never been
Such a sweet pain
It sure does help
When I'm thinking of you
Before I attempt to
Fall asleep at night
It depresses me, deeply
That this is usually
The highlight of my day
So I hope you'll
Remember me in a year
Or two, because
I intend to publish
A book on self-mutilation
Then maybe I'll be sent
To a doctor that offers
More than placebo medications