sometimes traumatized people
develop a sick addiction
they love to suffer in silence.

you know, the world is a trauma
it bruises the conscience
aware that you'll die
well then, why even bother?

for some of us **** fits like lock and key
for others the mission
was one for the annals

for others they nap while the puzzle awaits
looking golden,
they let it fade
day by day

what a sad fate for them,
so lazy and frayed
to choose your demise
when you could choose to win.