Xanax

It seems to me that I only begin to live after the sun has gone down and the stars have come out.

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

White powder up my nose once again, I feel it flowing through my veins, making me feel alive when I’m dead inside. It’s just a distraction, it doesn’t last, I’ll never get over some of the past. I snort it up anyway and pretend I’m fine, play my music and take another line.

“Who says study will get you work? Who says school will get you class? Who said that job will get you the cash? Who said the loan will save your ass? Who said money covers all the expenses? Who said love will save the kids? Who says forever is not divorce? Who says your dream will get you a Porsche? Who says that life is not death? Who said wearing brands is having style? Who said that original is not fake? Who said that those pills will get you high? Who said that drugs will make you smile? Who said that gas will get me the miles? Bla-bla-bla, they keep talkin’ blah.”