i am trying to start a creative spark,
but how difficult is that when ive got nothing to write about?
i can talk about the boy whose had me winded from the start
but how cliché would i be,
to write about a broken heart
i could speak of my pain and hurt
or how i CONSTANTLY feel like dirt
how unloved i feel,
or my unacceptable ways relating to,
how i deal.
with the suicidal thoughts of causing myself harm, and how easy it'd be,
to just runaway to some farm.
but i think, no, i truly believe that all good writing sprouts from a story of pain,
how in this world, we are all
nothing but a stain,
waiting, hoping, praying,
to be washed away.
when the time has come,
and we are lying in the ground with our deceased remains,
what will be the last memories that flash before our eyes to see?
probably that in the end,
life wasn't at all
what you expected it to be.
-vla