Tendencies
My self-destructive tendencies
are finally catching up with me
The sleepless nights
and endless days,
all lost within an exhausted haze,
and all are making me slowly fade away
I can feel my strength dissipating
Right now everything is just too frustrating
as I feel my health slowly slipping into disease
When does life count more than dreams?
It seems that line is undefined
Is doing what makes you happy
despite its ill-effects
and trying to accomplish what you want in life
despite its inevitable detriments
worth cutting your life a bit short?
Is that hastened death a bearable price
when you’re just trying to make your life a bit nicer for once?
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