I guess that in the end
you start thinking about the beginning.
Of everything
that you took for granted,
of all the people you once hurt
intentionally
or non-intentionally.
Of how good
you had things,
but were too blind to notice.
In the end,
you reflect every action
you acted upon
that every night
your mind-
your conscious,
tried to make you see
but you refused
to drown it
with chemicals.
I guess that in the end,
you constructed
your own demise.