They said "don't you have any other interests, besides that pencil in your hand?"
I looked at them,
I smiled and said,
and said "sometimes I use a pen."
Then they provide the needle,
You provide the yarn.
You stitch a blanket of self hatred,
And you fall asleep in doubt.

I hate every letter of every word,
of every ******* sentence I've ever wrote.

When there's no motivation to fix the snapped strings,
On the first guitar you bought,
When there's no reason,
To be who you are,
Instead of a face in a mob,
Or a corpse in a grave,
Or leaf on the lawn.
When you can't find a reason to sing one song,
Just give it some time,
Don't get down on yourself,
Indefinite hiatus is never forever.