More of Us Take Xanax Than You Think
First things first, it's not your fault
You've been carrying the whole world on your back
Panic comes up from behind
What's your prescription?
What will put you on your keep you on your feet
This is not addiction
This is what you need
The pills that make you fine do not define you
They just let you breathe
More of us take Xanax than you think
I know it's hard to ask for help
Some people just don't understand
But if you ask loud enough
Someone will take your hand
It's a prescription
Doesn't sweep us off just keeps us on our feet
This is not addiction
This is what we need
The pills that make us fine do not define us
They just let us breathe
More of us take Xanax than you think.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.