Beat. Beat. Beat.

I’m tired. I’m exhausted.

My chest tightens. And I let my mind wander for far too long.

It hurts. And I hate it. I think about the time I waste, the good I squander

and yet

none of it moves me.

So I sit. And I wait.

And I watch in silent agony as it all evaporates in front of me.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

I am my biggest enemy.