Why?

Why are we here?Why do we do this to ourselves?Why does so long seem so short yet?So unobtainable so painful so sad A moment of Bliss to feed an addiction. That will kill. What is the reason we stay? I don't know why I'm here. I'm tired. I don't know how long I can go. It's been months yet. A new blade. Over 4 months. I can't drink. And fresh out. I can't, I can't anymore. Mine's a mile a minute yet, so slow and painful. If i'm to die before you know I loved you know I had a good run. understand I lived as I died in the dark.