Desperate Distractions

I'll take any drug to heal my pretending shrug. I'll drink any drink to give me courage not to think. I'll run far away so there's no time to see my decay. I'll cry out in tears but there's no hiding from my fears. I'll find God maybe then I won't be so flawed, because I want to be whole, because the truth eats at my soul. If I just touch His garment's hem then I won't painfully condemn the monster I hate the most: the torture that is my haunting ghost. By: Chelsea P. Stone