I can't stop asking it anymore.
It began as a mere recurring thought, but now it's manifested into something more; something I can't control.
It's built up inside of me for so long; at this point I'm not sure if there's any means of recovery.
I've tried doctors, therapists, groups, and any other form of help you can think of. Nothing.
My pupils are bloodshot from all the sleep I've lost, every night is just the same vicious cycle of the same bleeding question embedded into the back of my eyelids, and every hour yields nothing closer to the slightest sign of an answer.
This question; it haunts me.
I try to ignore it, but it knows my tactics. I won't leave me alone no mater how hard I try. It just keeps waiting, waiting for me to say it aloud.
Every minute has turned into just mustering my will to keep it inside myself, but I can't help but feel like every man, woman and child is showering down more and more temptation.
It's dwelling within my soul, I can feel it.
Have I gone mad, or does the question have reason?
It's beginning to feel as if saying it and moving on might be better than continuing through this torture of self-containment that's eating me alive.
Will this be the rest of my life?
Is this what my future holds?
This menacing question that's been melting my head just seems to become more and more unbearable as each waking moment passes by and transforms into an extra fiber of guilt and pain weighing down my heart.
At this point I haven't the slightest recollection of how it began, and the daunting idea of how long I might have to endure it just adds a world of difficulty onto the storm within my psyche.
The question looms, and shows no signs of ceasing.
It wants me to crumble.
I wants me to shout it.
The everlasting question that's developed into an internal nightmare in which I just cannot bring myself to ask: I think its has reached it's endpoint.
I giving in; I see no other choice.
I can't deny it any longer, this flustering question that needs to be stated before the mantle below shears itself in two.
I need to ask it, there's no doubt in my mind.
I'm ready.
This undying question that puzzles the generations:
Who loves, orange soda?
