I am worried
I've run out of poems
because I have no more words
the colors in my mind are gone
each day has become gray static
like you see on old TVs
I have no more words
and all I feel is gloom
and existential dread
and nothing
I feel nothing
I am nothing
and I don't know how to write
with nothing
I don't know how to be
something again
YOU ARE READING
Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
