Feeling so drained by my impulses, and so unable to overcome the guilt associated with them.
Fed up again
No surprise
Contributing
To my demise
Pressure crushing
Cyclical
Can’t face myself
Outlook, dismal
Choices combine
Compounding
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
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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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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Poetry is such an awesome release, I can tell you’re aware of this (: I can relate relate so much. Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for reading!
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