• americanidiot 10w


    It seems as though all my creativity
    Has drained like sand
    Through my hands
    Trying to run across the beach
    Attempting to prepare a speech
    But my mind has a knot around it
    Writers block on auto pilot
    A switch in my head
    That was stuck on dead
    I used to find comfort in the ocean
    But the ocean threatens to pull me under
    Waves of emotions take over
    A tsunami in my mind
    Wreaking havoc in electrical shocks
    I guess at this point the one answer is suicide
    The ocean’s at high tide
    And if I don’t take my life
    The current definitely might