Broken ego

I want to write

But how could I?

I lost all my impetus

I am constantly fretting

Everything is a feral challenge

I'm hobbling around

Because my ego is dwindling

It has become a moribund

I wish death does me apart from it

I can no longer gad

I can no longer act

I am dead pending my last breath

I'm infuriated to see what i've become

Knowing who I was

But what can a waste of oxygen do?

Nothing

Coping is useless

When drowning in a pain galore

I'm dying to want something

To dream it

To work for it

And to get it

But

I cannot want

Disappointment will follow

I cannot dream

Nightmares are better suited to pain

I would work

But work is vain

I won't get a thing

This is making me insane

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