Torment To Content

I don’t know how to feel content.

Why does this ability escape me?

What if content, I was never meant?

I feel at ease with torment.

I fed on its teat as a baby.

I don’t know how to feel content.

Out of duty, I pay torment’s rent

I know holding on to feeling bad is crazy.

What if content, I was never meant?

To torment, I want to revoke my consent.

If I had something to feel instead I could act bravely.

I don’t know how to feel content.

I hate the bond between torment and me is cement!

With shame I admit, to something so vile, I am still clingy.

What if content, I was never meant?

Escape from torment I am hell-bent!

The risk of feeling nothing instead…I still agree.

I don’t know how to feel content.

What if content I was never meant?