Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 22
Tempting... certainly tempting to attempt an impulsed
Ease of pain. to drift off the earth and re-appear
Somewhat myself physically. it's tempting. but if I
Tilt my morals and background, what will I have?
Others may stick to the past and I can barely
Stomach the thought. I'm barely surviving
The present, presenting as a character without
End to preserve lack of sleep and well-being. I can't
Rip apart my body and start anew,
Observing the world as myself. I cannot be myself.
Never in my life did I think id feel this way,
Envying what I'll never have but ****, it's tempting...
so sorry I haven't been on in so long.
I have lost all motivation to write bc
my heart hurts too much to even try.
I hope this is good, for anyone who cares or has stuck around

all feedback is welcome and appreciated
Carson Alexander Defelice
Written by
Carson Alexander Defelice  16/M/FL
Please log in to view and add comments on poems