Hovering over the keys
I have no clue what I want to write
But I know there’s something there
So I continue to fight

So I carve every scar open

I empty these feelings onto paper
I overthink every line
I hesitate at every word
Especially the rhymes

I anxiously scribble
From heart to a thought
And in the end
I end up with nought

Not a single thing worthy
to post on this page
And I feel that it’s all
getting worse with my age

I’m like every band
The old stuff was the best
And almost like I’ve peaked
No point bothering with the rest

So I don’t know why
I even write anymore
Because writing nowadays
Just feels like a chore