The Sweater and Sips of Coffee

Never knowing my own intentions
is pulling me to places of despair.
But what should I do?
When I'm still too young
to know my own limits.

When I've gone too far
Will anyone put me back to my place
or will I drown in vain?

For killing the emotions of others
engulf me in guilt.
Living with that pest
feeds on my emotions.

That ravenous guilt, 
locks on to me like an eagle
never will I escape,
never will I win.

It's a sick cycle carousal
I'm dealing with.