Gothic Title I

Gothic Title I

A Poem by Clandestine Chemotherapy

I can assure you nothing is stopping
So ridiculous
Simple-minded
Stuck in a loop of compulsion

Mistreat the one I love
How much is deserved?
I say next to none

I could be better
Why am I not?
I am so stuck
So stuck and so tired
I'm so tired...

Beaten down by myself
Beaten down by reality
A reality I can't accept
So hard to accept

I do it all for you...
I go on for you...
Don't you understand?


© 2015 Clandestine Chemotherapy



Author's Note

Clandestine Chemotherapy
No revision. It was meant to be straight from the mind.

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