writers block.

because i feel as though i cannot write anything right now.

i cannot write anymore

its not that i dont want to, its just i find i

cant.

 

i feel so u s e l e s s.

what good is a poet who cant frame a moment in letter?

or a writer to whom words are a new language?

an artist who just cant match that colour?

a musician with no hands?

what good am

i?

 

right this second

all the pain between them is because of

me

               {i just know it}

 

and i am sorry i couldnt tell you

               {it wasnt meant for you to hear}

 

and i am sorry i am so ambiguous

               {please dont mark me down for not wanting to write your name}

 

and dont put lol after things

i know i am fragile

and i know i am bipolar

but i am not a child.

 

because grazed knees and oofledust mean

n o t h i n g

compares to slit-up sides and

serrated knives.

 

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar and spelling problems. im sorry this isnt very good. like i said, i cannot write.

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

This is an awesome write. Your point it well understood and recieved. I think you did a good job.

-Will