Feeling so drained by my impulses, and so unable to overcome the guilt associated with them.

Fed up again
No surprise
To my demise

Pressure crushing
Can’t face myself
Outlook, dismal

Choices combine
Tension is building
Head is pounding

Guilt, damning guilt
Be gone, stay!
Fatigued gnawing
Ruins my day

Wanting to scream
Seek no pain
I surrender
Torturous game

Impulses tie me
Stake their claim
Let them enter
Increase the stain

When will this end?
Want to succeed
Want to feel hope
Bandage the bleed

Decisions bind
Can’t forgive
Wash the slate clean
Learn how to live

Nothing to say
Drained, tired
Burden too great
To fight fire

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  1. mystoryoftoday says:

    That’s a really good poem, at least you can put your pain into something positive. I just feel stuck atm, and I don’t know what to do.

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    1. woundstofeel says:

      Writing poetry came about naturally, I wasn’t expecting this outlet to take root, but it has. I’ve written more poetry in the past 6 months than I have my entire life, and it came about because I started allowing more of my feelings to surface, much to my chagrin sometimes. I wish for you patience and kindness with yourself as you trudge these difficult waters.

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  2. greta-anne says:

    Poetry is such an awesome release, I can tell you’re aware of this (: I can relate relate so much. Thanks for sharing


    1. woundstofeel says:

      Thanks for reading!


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