i wonder

how nice it must be

to only battle yourself

but i am tired

of everything,

of everyone

of every word

reused, recycled

into another work

and i can't help

but feel

it's all the same

i am uninspired

by myself, by others and

their blissful bullshit

i'm my own demon,

my own heckler,

my own obstacle

but i wonder

how nice it must be

to only battle yourself,

i wonder what it's like

to still have sickness

and health

because my battle

has left me

with nothing.