My fingers
Worn
My wrists
Tired

I can feel the energy leaving my arms
As if there's nothing left to write.
It can't be true; however,
that there's nothing left to write

There's got to be something
Mermaids
Unicorns
Rainbows
Flowers
Life
Death
******
Ab­use

That got dark fast.

I could write something,
I think I have the energy
But what to write about?