Sweet hell (a poem?)

She knew what she wanted to be. she knew what she had to do. Another ice cube in the glass another memory of the past. Whisky that burns to cover a heart that hurts. Another dream lost another door opened. Feeling a little bit lost but it’s nothing that cost. To have the world at your feet and another path to beat. Another chance given another hope flared. To walk a mile and only get an inch. To take it and feel that pinch. Pain that relieves cause at least your heart still beats. Taking it in breaking a bit. Going all the way means no walking away. Loosing yourself can be a sweet sweet hell.