Tired as am I,
weary is my soul and mind
from indulging
in these poisonous but addictive tasks.

But for what reason?
What was the reason for my beginning?
I wonder,
the hope and motivation I felt someday,
where did they all vanish?

The reason of my fallings,
a sickness for an illness,
a disorder, a crazy mind,
All demons I have to keep fighting,
fighting a war from dawns till
fighting countless wars,
An army of thoughts and...