I'm generally not emo like this, but I thought it'd be good to write out some of my emotions. I've never taken Xanax or gotten a prescription, but I may go see someone to help me calm down.
Before Xanax
Some mornings I lie
In bed, staring
At the bright white
Ceiling, the wall above
Me.
And I cry
But I don't know why I cry
Anymore.
The bed sheets are
Dirty, the dishes piled
In a corner, dust lying
In clumps around the room.
I wanted to
Fly a plane
Build a house
Skydive
Learn Japanese
But I didn't
And I lie
In bed as my roommate blasts
"Crazy Train"
Downstairs.
I have no
Coal
Energy
Emotion
Drive
But I've driven
Myself to the line between
The desert and reality.
They both dry me up,
Cracking
My skin until I
Until I
And I cry
But I don't know why I cry
Anymore.