My Secret, Hidden Notebook

From the biggest and worst
To the tiniest detail
All designed to destroy you
A perfect machine
That will never admit it
Cannot admit
its purpose
Pointing it out is just another loss
you can’t prove it
Only know it
Only observe it never wavering
Explaining the undeniable
only proves that you are insane
and knowing you are right
is proof you are wrong
Like quicksand
the more the resistance the faster the sink
If you do the best you can
100%
it will respond 110%
with perfect efficiency
exploiting every weak spot
I’m not even sure there is a “least bad” option
You are not a person
There are no persons
There are vibrations and waves
and burning
You are a short line on a graph that never started and will never stop
Maybe you will continually re-appear 
An unending series of short lines on the graph
Each re-appearance a different, new way to experience suffering
And there will always be a new way