Touch
touch the voices that are constantly screaming negativity and have proclivity of placing worthlessness within you

touch them kindly with poison vials of opposition
Heavily pet them with your cyanide spouts of self-preservation

lose in the end

because you can't win when you fight yourself
lose in the end, when you realize
that killing the monster in your head is catch-22 and your will to live is a conundrum wrapped in a drug-induced toxic brew
but hey
I guess this means you're still alive

" ****!!! not another morning, not another day"