Torn between two distances
Metaphorically tearing out my hair
No one else to blame
I walked to this crossroad

Drinking, smoking, drugging up
To have started so young
Is to beg for addiction
But it’s not my life
And who am I to judge

I need to get out of this,
Go away for awhile
Hide myself in a city of blue
But “It’s hard to find angels in hell”

To recede, to retreat
Withdraw, withhold
This is why I told myself ‘no’

I regret what I’ve done
My vengeance unfounded, uneventful
Yet it’s called bitter-sweet for a reason
Baking chocolate, a double edged sword

To much feeling
And I lack the motive
To eloquently and poetically
Continue to emotion rape this page