Clonazepam
This drug gives me the means to survive,
making it to the end of the day as I strive.
The magic of such a small little pill,
helps me to keep my mind still.
From anxiety to sheer panic,
struggling to cope when I'm manic.
To calm, to make tranquil,
to avoid the bottomless pull.
Fear triggered by the simplest thing,
causing my mood to swing.
Shifting towards the edge,
I can't contain what lies on life's ledge.
I don't want to fall,
nor loose it all.
My sanity so fragile,
with my mind so agile.
Not wanting to loose this feeling of bliss,
not in denial of vanity amiss.
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