I miss writing poetry. It just feels like death to me. My thoughts under lock and key. How do you write when you don't have rhyme? It's just trauma on a page. Why would anyone want to read? My thoughts are so tangled up now that thou is dead to me. Poetry where has thou gone? I feel so lost and numb. It's all too much to say. Trauma takes over me. I ruined yet another friendship today. It didn't make me cry this time. Instead, it brought me here. I've lost so many things. I just feel like an empty drawer. What am I to do? There's nothing left to say.