You want what you can’t have, and refuse everything you need.

You’re addicted to the poison, and you despise the cure.

You reject the things that would heal you, because instead you’d rather bleed.

You could be whole and new, but you remain unchecked, unbalanced, unsure.

You elect to chase the mirage, choosing sickness over health;

You know you’re in the desert, but you still pretend to be dancing in the rain.

It makes no sense, I’m blown away, I have no course of action;

You leave me no choice but to let you be, as you choose to live in pain.


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