There’s a beautiful breeze
But the neighbor’s flying high
There’s too much anxiety
Inside of me
I can sense everything
Please don’t rush me
I need you to crush me
In the tightest hug
Touch is a drug
A necessity
I can’t rest and be
Like the mess and we
Made it this far
Racking up scars
Running on hopes and dreams
Hushing the screams
Benzos, bars, and blues
Swift on cue
Aaahh
There it is
Now I can breathe
I can feel the ease
Stretch my legs and my mind
Beyond the next line
Better than fine
One dose at a time
The scene is mine
-Melissa Donley