Tissues and Xanax,
Oxy and pain,
drying the tears,
zombify my brain.

Amber liquid in my cup,
it soothes and numbs,
sands the rough edges,
the drugs miss.

Feelings blotted out,
like a solar eclipse,
just the outer limits showing,
and they are blinding.

Burning retinas,
manic depressive,
the highs and lows,
attempted to level.

A fight I continue,
the struggle is real,
hopeful at times,
is it possible to heal?