This is quite possibly the only poem I will ever write that doesn't have corny rhyme words.
No matter how far I run, or how deep I hide.
You track me down and find me
Bringing with you, my tragic past life
I dont want your misery, my old trouble and strife.
I left it behind for a damned good reason,
What part of 'Betrayed' just doesnt configure with you?
Did I say, at ANY point, Please walk back into my life and bring my razor blades with you?
No, I didnt. So take my pain, misery, guilt and blame and put it back where it belongs.
In that place, at that time with you people.
I dont belong to your era anymore.
I left for a reason, freedom the morphine I sought.
Now go, leave, and disturb my inner peace no more.