There is…

There is death
there is not feeling
there is not thinking.

Or there is this
the constant pain of guilt
of what am I doing wrong
living in a world amongst
the mental types
that feel only for themselves
only for their thoughts
taking
and claiming it’s the right thing
the right thing.

It feels painful
I couldn’t live to be like that
I couldn’t take
and I couldn’t force the others to give
I couldn’t reason why it’s alright
which is why I’m here
with little to nothing.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina