Falling leaves, like my hopes, they drift,
Autumn's chill cuts deep, life’s a heavy gift.
Xanax in my pocket, numbness in my veins,
Counting every heartbeat, drowning in the pain.

Golden hues fade, like the light in my eyes,
Lost in a haze, where my sanity lies.
Days bleed together, nights feel so long,
In this empty space, where I don’t belong.

Smoke fills the air, as I chase the high,
Every breath a battle, every...