DRAFT:

Splinters of my sanity stick in thick blood
pressure on my chest
I cannot breathe this fluff
There are keys like coins going into me
My lungs are slot machines
Points Dig into skin
Words stab like knifes knitting words on my wrists
Drrrraaaggggggg
This poem will always and forever be saved as a draft
Because for some reason I cannot get exactly what I want to say on paper
So many letters unwrit
Lists are lost or never sent
Writers block! It doesn't make any sense
Our minds are creative water bottles that we swim through
Beavers in our head block colorful thoughts.