I told myself no more, but it keeps bugging me.

I keep wanting more. But to want something more might become a need.

To not have something you need tortures you. Especially deep inside.

You might look normal everyday to the eyes of others.
But inside, you're actually rotting.

All because of the choice you have to make. Ignore it, and it keeps coming back.

Day by day, it punishes the mind and slits the soul.



I don't know what choice I have to make.