But What If

But isn't this what was always wanted
To be no more than needed
Never allowing oneself to be complete
Otherwise what would be the point

But we can't help but ask of ourselves
Why would someone do this
Not to someone else
For that would cross unspoken boundaries

But to themselves
Destroying every aspect
Every particle of being
Until nothing remained

But debris
Just remains of what once was
And then do it again and again and again
Without learning

If repetition makes no sense
An answer is in reach