I have no inspiration,
From my imagination.
To write these poems of what I feel ,
To read over and remind me I'm human and real.
What am I to write when I feel nothing at all,
I think I did it again, I've taken a big fall.
Nothing's left here, nothing at all,
I feel so little, so very small.
My emotions are gone, feelings are dead,
Can't sleep at night, just lie in bed.
When I don't write I know something's wrong,
Like everything I felt and believed is all of a sudden gone.
I write my pain, my hate, my love, my sad,
It makes me feel better, not quite as bad.
But that's only when I can put what I feel into words,
Sometimes I just wanna scream, yell and curse.
But I can't, I have to have control,
Its so hard though.
Not to be able to do as you please,
Sometimes I wish I could stop time, make it freeze,
Just so for a few moments I can let go,
And let how I feel be known. |
