I dig In my closet
For the little lock box
Hidden from view of anyone else
No one needs to know
Of my habits
My needs
My hands are shaking
My face is sweating
I throw the box open
Only to be met with
Much less than I thought
One bar, one line

I think to myself
Do I really need these?
For happiness?
no, For sanity.
I do the only thing I can
Rack up a line
And forget about my problems for the next few minutes

Its 2 am
Frantically calling every dealer I know
Praying, hoping
Someone has alprazolam
Finally, 4 am
I find someone
Only issue is
They’re across town

I do the only thing I can
Pop my last bar
And “borrow” my moms car
I feel good, but I’m driving fine
I make it to the plug
And get 100 more bars
Biggest pick up in a while
While I’m there
3 more lines, one more bar

On the way home
I see them
Right behind me
Blue and red
****
I do the only thing I can
Run.