Under Medicated.

I'm shoveling in handfuls of barbiturates.
It won't ease the pain, but it'll slow the anxiety.
Panic attacks and nervous breakdowns.
Sweaty palms and a racing heart.
I've got this crushing feeling.
And you can't stop it.
I'll swallow these opiates, just to ease the pain.
The euphoria is deafening.
I'm closing my eyes, and letting the rush envelope me.
I just want this pain to end.
I want the anxiety gone.
Is that too much to ask?
Under medicated.
I'd rather be under the influence.