This is a race.
You, against yourself.
Winning is all that’s important.
Rip and tear yourself apart.
Beaten.
When you fall in this race, you're on your own.
No one is going to help you up.
Fast enough?
never
You think you know how far you can push it
then you fall.
You fall in a hole of gritty hard dirt.
That hole of dark and dreary, starts to feel like home.
You give up on ever getting out of this hole that you fell into.
Wondering if you will ever get out and continue this race.
You could try to climb.
But you know this hole well.
And you don’t want to come out.
You won’t come out.
Race, failed.
Winning isn’t even possible.
You can’t anymore..
You're done.