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"alprazolam" poems
Break down the mirror, and break me down brains in my hair and teeth at my wrists, she said fourteen caps of alprazolam gave her all she needed she needs a new world, a new earth, a new ruler, that's what she needed- I told you it wasn't meant to be this way, i was meant to be the prettiest but girls with thickened veins and thickened wrists are destined for the bridge edge My silver smiler body double told me to cut out the poison in my veins and guess what I did it I did it I did it again tell them your name, dysmorphia, tell them all what you think of me - start the car and run me over, honey.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Stay Brutal
For William and Meredith For treatment of panic and anxiety disorders, short-acting anxiolytics are generally recommended to provide temporary bursts of clarity but should be reassessed periodically for usefulness and concerns regarding tolerance, dependence, and abuse. Xanax releases dopamine into the brain to function as a neurotransmitter to send signals between nerve cells including reward motivated behavior and pathways known to reinforce addictive neuronal activity Perhaps to build her, you had to break yourself amongst the glass of that summer day. Leave her waiting for your hair to peek around a weathered edge toward a forgotten living room corner You are still her Patron Saint. A long shadow cast across a small ghost. She still screams at the sky to stop raining beats her fists down the path to the house of death unceasing, and changeless. Prodding a dull, familiar wound. One that leaves its mark, with pain felt more from memory than from anything else. Withdrawal and rebound symptoms commonly occur and necessitate a gradual reduction to minimize the effects of discontinuation. Not all withdrawal effects are evidence of true dependence or withdrawal. Recurrence may suggest no more than the drug having the expected effect and that, in the absence of the drug, the symptom has returned to pretreatment levels.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Alprazolam
Klonopin Clonazepam Sintonal Diazepam Refill my Rivotril Don't spill my Risolid Alprazolam Bretazenil Bromazepam Lexotanil Dadumir Olcadil Nobrium Stilny Halcion Hypnovel Tavor! Tavor! Tavor! Gimme gamma-aminos but only if they're butyric With Xanax as my hand ax; Anxiety, This is War!
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
Ballad of the Benzos in E minor
*Clonazepam, Lorazepam, Diazepam, Alprazolam, if you've been acquainted with benzodiazepines, Then you will know the hassle that I hearby mean. Names so crazy it's like they fit your mind, Yet without them they can be so unkind. Clonazepam, Lorazepam, Diazepam, Alprazolam, Tiny little pills, oh how you can truly and seriously help me to heal! Yet, you make us happy as we should be without you to feel, Because I'd rather remember you as an old friend who was there for a while to keep me "still". Clonazepam Lorazepam, Diazepam, Alprazolam... I know it's hard to say goodbye, So for now I'll just say "goodnight", And maybe one day I'll see without you- the true happiness of daylight.* ❥
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
To be sick...
i loved you like a car crash. i loved you skidding tires and screeching brakes and shattered glass. i loved you three lanes shut down on the freeway. i loved you cracked palms and cigarette burns and shredded skin. i loved you mouthfuls of smoke and blood and prayers. i loved you holy morning moments and sips of coffee; i loved you dopamine and alprazolam. i loved you sharp and cold and metal. i loved you sweaty sunsets in your car when you read the bruises on my thighs like rorsarch blots and i traced constellations in your scars. i loved you broken because your shards fit so beautifully with mine. i loved you ragged. i loved you desperate. i loved you hurting and wanting and whispering. i used to wake up screaming every time i dreamed of you, but these days i just wake up empty and cold and aching in the spaces your hands used to fill.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
missing you and courting relapse are essentially the same
It’s tiny, It’s blue, A circular thing, Slip it down your throat, And somehow happiness it brings Imprints on both sides, Tells you what it is, Where it’s from, what it does, and that it’s not for kids. Does is make you joyful? Or just make you numb? You don’t care, it helps, And you’re too **** young, To feel these things, To walk these roads, To lie through your teeth to clean another's ***** nose. But no, it’s not like that, They say it’s not your fault, Something switched inside your head when you took that fall. You’re not yourself, You don’t know why, Maybe it’s the meds, Maybe it’s the time. But don’t fool yourself, You gotta give it up, You gotta get your feelings back so you’re not just numb. You could stop today, Just throw it away, But you know it’ll help tomorrow, Like it did today. You could slowly stop, Keep lowering in halves, But you’re afraid the end of that will bring the nightmare back. You want to blame yourself, You always do, They say it’s not your fault, It just happened to you. But they don’t know what it’s like, Waking up everyday, Scared, Panic, feeling insane. Until that little blue circle, Flips some switch in your brain. So you’ll continue the path, Cause numb is better than dark, Nervous, depressed, not a flame just a spark. And who knows when, But the day will come, When you’ll have to put up a fight, Against the little blue one. No prize for the winner, No trophy, No fame, Only life as it should be, How you should remain.
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Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 1:14 PM UTC
Alprazolam
It’s tiny, It’s blue, A circular thing, Slip it down your throat, And somehow happiness it brings Imprints on both sides, Tells you what it is, Where it’s from, what it does, and that it’s not for kids. Does is make you joyful? Or just make you numb? You don’t care, it helps, And you’re too **** young, To feel these things, To walk these roads, To lie through your teeth to clean another's ***** nose. But no, it’s not like that, They say it’s not your fault, Something switched inside your head when you took that fall. You’re not yourself, You don’t know why, Maybe it’s the meds, Maybe it’s the time. But don’t fool yourself, You gotta give it up, You gotta get your feelings back so you’re not just numb. You could stop today, Just throw it away, But you know it’ll help tomorrow, Like it did today. You could slowly stop, Keep lowering in halves, But you’re afraid the end of that will bring the nightmare back. You want to blame yourself, You always do, They say it’s not your fault, It just happened to you. But they don’t know what it’s like, Waking up everyday, Scared, Panic, feeling insane. Until that little blue circle, Flips some switch in your brain. So you’ll continue the path, Cause numb is better than dark, Nervous, depressed, not a flame just a spark. And who knows when, But the day will come, When you’ll have to put up a fight, Against the little blue one. No prize for the winner, No trophy, No fame, Only life as it should be, How you should remain.
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God ******* ****** Why can't I understand, I'm flying this plane and can't land it, After 23 years I thought I'd know how to be a man My brain is in a wash bucket filled with soap that's clouding up my mind, Okay, I give.. help, I've lost it, it flew out the window, I'm in a bit of a bind.. Alprazolam Clonazepram Diazepam Lorazepam Oxazepam Chlordiazepoxide Oh my god now I'm afraid of Z's What happend to you? What caused these? Those scars on my face or the hole in my heart? Both Well **** if I knew I wouldn't be talking to you. What are you even scared of? Currently I'm terrified of being afraid, Like its going to hit me under my feet, numb It's dumb, its stupid, so I'll just pick apart my heart with pliers, convince myself that the thoughts in my brain are liars, Drip now blood and dry before you hit the floor. mind keeps spinning as my heart sinks in these worries build in a hurry and my heart empties from the pliers, I don't think I can handle the emptiness anymore, who do I ask for help? Where do I go?? Who can keep me from these z's so I can catch up with mine? I'm so tired..I'm afraid ..
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
this isnt even a poem.