My feeling used to freely flow
Like a exquisite fountain
But now the water doesn't flow
emotions piled up with no place to go
It makes me feel like I'm carrying a mountain

Over life I used to take things in stride
But life slowly wore me down
I have become so dead inside
I wish I still cried
The only feeling I have is that I am going to drown

I wish I had some who was there
To stop my heart from turning to stone
Some who would care
And treat me fair
But it looks like I will forever be alone

I have had my heart broken so many times
With every time my heart decreases
Now life is no longer a joy but is a place that confines
I have to learn to avoid lifes cruel crimes
But all I can do now is take my heart and start picking up the pieces

My brain has become infected
With loathing and self doubt
My life is slowly being effected
All the pain this has brought about

My heart is slowly being rejected
As this disease sprouts
Its some thing no one els has seems to have detected
Even though I scream and shout

I will soon be disconnected
Trapped in my head day in and day out
Swirling around in my mind and having every thought dissected
Waiting for my candle to burn out

Inspiration seems to be hard to come by
I am writing because I have a need
My well has run dry
This machine needs some thing as feed

My brain has shut down
It has nothing any more
But I hope with the sun down
I will be free to explore
Or maybe nothing els
I will just rhyme words with them self

If I have nothing to say
Then why am I still writing
Am I just gambling away?
Hoping I will magically be struck by lighting
And have some thing exciting to say

Its a fat chance
Maybe slim to non
Maybe I am just in a trance
Or using this a practice or maybe I am just not done

Why am I still writing
If its not going to be any good
Maybe I shouldn't care what people think and stop all this fighting
Maybe I do it because I like it and not because I should

Even Though I am writing out what ever comes out of my head
And I don't know what for
I feel like I should keep on moving ahead
And keep on writing more

I am starting to feel loose
And no longer feeling solemn
I am starting to feel like this is having some use
And is starting to solve my problem

Maybe I am just sharpening up my mind
Or helping my self unwind
Or maybe I am just putting my emotions on the page
And getting rid of my rage

But I feel like writing was worth my time
Letting out my thoughts in rhyme
I should do things for the love of the art
And not worry about if I sound smart