In the end

Why do I get out of bed just to live in a sequence of dread. Throughout the day, a severe amount of blood is shed. The monsters I battle tear me to shreds. I've slain thousands as they covered me in red. There's no end to these monsters in my head. It's impossible to count the times bled. I promise, I've taken my meds. It won't stop till they're all dead. They make everything overwhelming. I'm always, constantly pretending. I honestly don't care anymore. This was also my decision from before. I've lost my desires. I damaged my senses. I cancelled my priors. My sense of self condenses. Why do I get out of bed just to live in a sequence of dread. Throughout the day, a severe amount of blood is shed. The monsters I battle tear me to shreds. I've slain thousands as they covered me in red.