Your love is my drug
You're the pills
That gives me peace
When my heart is in pieces
You're the fantasy
That gives me ecstasy
You're my anchor
When I'm down
You pick me up
When everyone neglects.
Your love is my drug
You're my map to the top
You always correct
My wrongs
Putting me in awe
You're my ally
You stimulate my nerves
Whenever I'm down cast.
Your love is my drug
I'm intoxicated by your love
I can't live a moment without you
When you're not here
I'm always inactive
You're my muse
You connect my fuse to positivity
You give me the ability to be productive.
Sleepless Nights,
I have trouble at night and don't sleep very well.
The doctor gave me,
funny colored little pills.
Life gave me,
counting sheep one by one.
The bible gave me,
counting my blessings one by one.
WOW!!!
counting blessings really works.
I’m slowly rotting.
My body is decaying.
I’m supposed to be. . .
I want to be.
Dead
I can't take the pain anymore.
I hear subtle voices
They talk to me
I find some kind of comfort in them?
People call me
crazy
Broken
Wrong
Pathetic
And the worst one
Monster. . .
Every time I hear it
The voices get louder
I black out
When I wake up
there's blood on my hands.
Again. . .
I stare at the blood.
Then the gun
Back to the blood.
Back to the gun.
Blood.
Gun.
I grab the gun
I hold it under my chin
My hand tremble
Tears fall
The voices yell
“Bang”
Everything is gone
The voices go quit
The pain is gone
My body is now is finally
“Decomposing”
Or as the people will whisper
“The monster is now rotting away”
The boy who escaped
This boy wanted to escape life.
He was afraid he wasn't good enough.
He just wanted to curl up and fall into a never ending slumber
But he knew he couldn't escape this hellhole.
He was tired but wasn’t allowed to sleep.
He doesn’t want to be degraded.
He just wants one person to show they care
About him.
He doesnt care if your lying to him or telling the truth
He just wants to be loved
But no one listened to him.
So he stood at the sink with the pills in hand.
He left the note on his bedside dresser.
He takes the pills.
Everything goes dark.
His body falls onto the bathroom floor.
The pill bottle falls from his hand.
His body takes the last breath.
His body can now rest .
He has finally “escaped”…or has he?...
Pills.
Like a dried out lawn.
With weeds and a broken birdbath.
Growling.
With hands or without.
Needing medication.
Like teetering on a snowbank.
Avalanche.
Pills.
A shopping cart filled with broken chairs.
There’s no one except a lawnmower.
No one lives here.
Pills.
Tugging at my sleep.
With a broken birdbath in my sleep.
Pills.
They aren’t the spidery kind.
They’re the gracious sight
My own hands.
my psychiatrist
gives me colour changing pills
tossed out emotions
as i write this
i have two bottles on the bed next to me
filled with tiny hard capsules
they're staring at me
calling me
i've tried to resist their voices
but with each day they grow louder
i already tried two months ago
i've been trying to silence them ever since
it's hard to silence them
when it's the only comfort you get
the comfort of knowing that option is there
there is a way for the pain to stop
the suffering
i have letters written from months ago
i feel like i should've written more
but it's not like i can get backlash
if they actually read them, there's no way to contact me
not anymore
i fear it won't work
just like it hasn't the last time
or the time before
and the time before that
and then it's just another thing to keep to myself
sometimes i wish somebody knew
but then they'd treat me different
or maybe they wouldn't
i don't know which one is worse
i'm stalling now
hoping maybe someone would text
i want to be gone but
i'd stay if you wanted me to
but you don't
so i've taken them now
it feels freeing in a way
to know the end is so near
i'm not even crying, just numb
i may do a few things
one last time
hopefully
So, lost your get up and go?
No! can't pay your monthly bills?
Well, there's one drug you should know,
Dr. Will's Energy Pills.
There's no need for you to gripe,
No indeed, says Mister Depp.
Puts the lead back in your pipe,
And the pep back in your step!
Dr. Will will always call,
Once that you are of the mind.
That thru Winter, Spring, or Fall,
Sadly, you've been left behind.
If folks you want to throttle,
Go buy 'em, if you're able.
Cramped in this tiny bottle,
Stamped on a pretty label.
We kept grinning, cuz we chose,
The need to maximize 'em.
By just thinning out the dose,
Then bleed and micro-size 'em!
A discount we will issue,
If used by Second Cousin.
May need to buy a tissue,
Cuz, we'll charge you by the dozen!
when i was 8
i made myself wear the title “broken”
i fully believed that i was a mistake, and that i didn’t deserve to live
i’ve lost count of how many times
i’ve tried to take my life when i was a kid
but it was a lot
at 13, i tried to commit 4 times
the pills that i took stopped the pain for a little bit
but now, i still get nauseous when i hear pills in a bottle.
They came not with swords, but with silence and smiles,
White coats cloaked in corporate trials.
The syringe is a dagger, the pill a chain,
Each cure a contract of hidden pain.
They fed us fear in televised scripts,
Diagnosed souls with chemical whips.
And governments bowed with pockets wide,
While mothers wept as children died.
What price is health when greed prescribes?
When truth is gagged and justice bribes?
You crafted sickness, sold it as fate —
Your empire built on the breath you take.
But the dawn is rising, wild and clear,
With rebel hearts you failed to steer.
And though you wore gods’ masks to deceive,
Your time is done — it’s time to leave.
The people stir, the silence breaks,
And no amount of pills can stop what wakes.
We are the cure you never knew —
The truth that lives beyond your view.
SIX WOMEN PATIENTS
Six broken women lay down to rest
brown bodies all in a row
six long stories to tell with jest
six smiles with a million tears
race around ward releasing fears
just so
Six windows uncurtained offers
six sunny acacias buffered
trolleys reel, pills and bottles steep
surgeon makes his rounds with a nod
six students in tow
asking six silly questions to know
just so
Six hard beds high, sigh-slept many
linen stiff as a new penny
squishy meal of mieliepap mixed veggies
making six quite edgy
whose next for operation table no-one knows
they can though still touch their toes
just so
six sets of eyes close for night
dream of kids, chicken pie, golden flights
needles, nurses, morphine gone
no slips on escalator or hip joint pain
they reconnect their own wires, abiding fires
flowing into Aegian sea as African queens
awake back in ward, still here
wee patients not free, see ?
Matron says ‘Go pee’
just so
illusion of a palmful of pills and confirmation clicks for the make-believe bliss
leave a mocking kiss on my delusional cheeks
smile for the lover's hiss because everybody sleeps
at the point the lies will blow out of your lips
then he stopped caring without an early notice
dry drawn hearts and unpaid fees
forever comes a long road, difficult to accomplish
if you are to stay, your soul's to be vanished.
Amid thunder and lightning,
The holy act of mating of clouds,
Results in the birth of raindrops!
Knowing their assigned mission,
Like bullets they hit the ground
To quench the thirst of the earth!
The soaked earth in turn readies
The seeds beneath it to sprout!
Overnight, all over, the earth appears
As if it is clad in green velvet cloth!
Sensing the smell of the earth,
From their safe havens, animals
Feeling a great sigh of relief
joyously come out dancing,
Celebrating the arrival of raindrops!
Transforming themselves into streams,
Traversing forests, fields and villages,
Filling the wells and tanks, raindrops
On earth do bring in a festive fervor!
Raindrops are not simply water drops,
They are elixirs for crops so different!
Pearl shaped pills of joy for mankind!!
You used to be a gentle lover
Memories of that now just hover
Over a cold dark jail cell
You created from the hell
Pills you took broke your spirit
It so hard to try and clear it
Once you start this filthy habit
You are hooked, each day you grab it
Addiction is now your friend
Your whole world comes to an end
Wrecked by a habit you can't break
Each day trying hard to fake
Your love for me was stronger than
The bottles you bought from a "friend"
But the proof is in a file
The damaged you caused its really vile
Abusing me with fists so hard
Always catching me off guard
The black and blue that I now wear
Will soon slowly disappear
But the scars that will soon show
Are staying with me as I grow
Being more cautious the next time
Not falling for another "crime"
Of passion that isn't true
A hard lesson I learned from you
Pills, pills, pills for everything
Taking more than ever before
Popping pills for this and that
Constipation which I abhor
Didn't used to be like this
What's happened to our way of life
Much preferred the way it was
We sure had a lot less strife
Maybe I'm a wee bit delusional
And things aren't all that different
However it sure seems that way
Am I being a little bit ignorant
Pills to make me more handsome
Hasn't worked, not even close
Taking even more than suggested
Strengthening daily my dose
Pills, pills, pills for everything
More addicted than ever before
Totally handsome I've ever been
But constipation I still abhor
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