I often think about it.
How much of a parasite have I truly become?
Do I feel accomplished, leeching off of my own kind?
Does it feel satisfying to siphon the life out of my family?
To desecrate their value, in order to maintain my own?
I often think about it.
How much value does one's life bring?
One human soul, sparking with potential and wonder.
A single being driven by pure ambition and adrenaline.
How long ago has my motivation faded and diluted?
How long ago have I lost my potential? My spark?
Am I a human anymore?
Was I ever one to begin with?
I often think about it.
How much would it aid them, in the end?
To unmake myself, rid them of their parasite.
Would it save them the expense I cause?
Would it lift a burden off their shoulders?
Would it undo my damage?
Would they take a deep breath,
At last relieved in my absence?
I often think about it.