Cloe Wilder Bares Her Soul In Little White Pills

Cloe Wilder’s Little White Pills feels like stepping into a misty morning where the world is still asleep and your thoughts are your only company.

She whispers in an ethereal voice secrets into the void, making you lean in a little closer.

It’s a window into Wilder’s moments of despair before she took that crucial step towards healing.

The opening line, a haunting echo of “I’ve got little white pills / Running through my blood,” lays bare a soul, raw and unfiltered, accompanied by the minimalist piano, and Cloe Wilder’s breathy vocals set the tone and mood of the song. 

The chorus, a crescendo of hope amidst the fog of uncertainty, uplifts and illuminates, guiding through the labyrinth of Wilder’s mind.

The dichotomy of pain and hope, of numbness and sensation, isn’t just a theme; it’s the heartbeat of the song.

“I wrote “Little White Pills” about my rocky relationship with antidepressants. I just think it’s amazing when you finally find something that works, that sort of motivates you to better everything else. I’m incredibly dramatic about any changes in my life and the verses are more a glimpse of myself right before I made that effort. It’s one of the songs that actually makes me the saddest to listen to because I hate remembering how hard I had to try.“

Wilder’s lyrics, saturated with vulnerability and resilience, are a reminder of the fragility and strength of the human spirit. Little White Pills is a heartfelt and confessional piece, a sacred space where Wilder lays her demons to rest, inviting listeners to witness her rebirth.