Xanax

The higher I climb, the harder I fall.  
Fuck it though; I’m on four for the thrill of it.
When I close my eyes, I’m thoughtless, serine.
As day turns to night, black fades to grey.
I crave no motion inside my brain.
I’m looking for an end to this twisted game.
I want an absence of feeling to relieve my pain.
When the room goes dark, there’s
No madness in my mind. Not this time.
I have stress relief in a tablet waiting to be taken.
I’m stuck in a room filled with mirrors,
Distorting every thought or feeling
That penetrates the labyrinth that is my mind
And for this short time, I’m ignorantly happy.
I can watch without stress as my issues build before me.  
I find it truly amazing that I’m this motherfucking crazy.