IN PROGRESS

My poems must be lies since I wrote things I no longer feel
I cannot bring love into my heart
Since the drugs keep checking up on me
They are their own b***h of a nurse
Administering themselves through my hand;

I am running from the misery at my heels
I am convinced it should give up on me
I refuse to forfeit the dangerous game
I will feel no such emotion

Have you ever felt your heart die
Living the dead, shell life
In the thick of things

I am crying to no one
Over my ruined, stupid self
I have killed myself, one friend at a time

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We do this.
"I am crying to no one
Over my ruined, stupid self
I have killed myself, one friend at a time"
Most of us are foolish. Self suffering lead to loneliness. Thank you T.S Claus for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Meliss@k]

There is something so brilliant and special about your writing.

It’s so real... but it’s so different from other writings I’ve read (and even written) and I can’t pinpoint it, but all I know is that it’s genius.

You are very talented, keep it up

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Ohhhhhh some deep psychotic thoughts coming out. and the best place for them here on the written page. Writng from experiences, good or bad, will always produce meaningful pieces of work. Well expressed, well written, well done.

[T.S. Claus]

Thanks for your feedback! I appreciate you!