Consolation

Why do I torture myself so
By throwing myself
Into these chasms
In which I know I will lose myself?
Why do I torture myself so
By putting pins
In my bed
In which I know I must resort?
Why do I torture myself so
By putting these letters
Onto paper
Which I know to boil my skin?
Why do I torture myself
With this stupid
Structure
Which I pronounce myself to hate
For no reason
Other than
To go
A slightly different path
That will ultimately lead
To the same place
As yours.