Struggling

I lie to myself
quite frequently.

I've lied to my friends,
which I hate.

Their influence weighs upon me.

But it's the endless sleep
I must face.

For there's still one more battle
ahead of me.

And seven tasks,
still left to complete.

I know my actions will hurt people,
and I wear that with disgrace.

The only thing
I ask right now

is that you love me,
for my being.

BUT PLEASE...

Don't judge me
by how I ended.

Judge me
by how I lived.