I can feel my heart
It’s pounding so hard
I went overboard
That was probably one too many
80 mg more than I needed
But man, I feel alive
My mind is wild
I’m so high

I got a bit high
And tried to capitalize
The numeral five

Caffeine’s always my favorite drug
I can abuse it quietly
No one has to know
And if they do
I can laugh it off
I love it
But the high is sweet
Dragging me out of depression
My whole body buzzing
One more can, bottle, cup, glass, shot...
I can feel it
Everywhere
Mind racing
Eyes open so wide
My hands tremble
Muscles twitch
Little jolts of pleasure
Of course I want coffee
I’m an addict
And I’m not even sorry

Sunny skies
Caffeine-induced euphoria
Loud rock music
Feel the pounding beat
Of my pulse with the bass
Hands quaking
But I actually am
Kind of fine
For once
I sit and savor
Smiles and heartbeats

I don't care
if I burn
my brain out.

Even if
the pain comes
blaring in,
I’ll just block it out again
with slick distractions,
with the sick actions
of stimulant satisfaction.

Till, the fog
comes rolling back in,
leaving me drowning
in the sea of feelings
that requires
something stronger
to light the fire
that turns
the memories it burns
into ashes.

Is it the caffeine
or the hunger that’s keeping
me up every night?