It's so easy To slice through those Writs of yours; It's so easy To make an excuse Not to eat; It's so easy To smoke yourself To death; It's so easy To open your mouth And purge your problems away; But it's so hard To open your mouth And speak
Not my best. I've been having writer's block when it comes to poetry and my depression has just come back full force so I've been doing more sleeping than anything else.