The Purpose? To Convince

Because you know you want to, go on. Go on and tell yourself it would all have been better if you had gone the extra mile. Go on and try to chalk up more white lies then call the blackboard pure when it won't hide the scars anymore. You know you want to. Deep inside - no, maybe not so deep inside - you'll enjoy being exposed. You are going to enjoy having the limelight. You will revel in a gaze even if it was aimed at you in disgust; you would likely auction off yet more of yourself for any amount of time someone spent believing in the illusion with you. Somehow comfort can come in the kind of form; somehow when misery has company, company's comfort. Ice cubes that will melt away only too quickly in a hot desert sun - you complain your glass is half empty when you've already taken so much, accepted and begged for and stolen and conned for so much, you don't remember actually owning something anymore.