All I do is write poetry.
It's what I do best.
But it's gotten to the point where I don't, and can't do anything else,
Because in the process of me writing,
I'm neglecting everything,
Including my personal health.
It's gotten to the point where I've started to negatively impact myself.
For the last three weeks, my muscles have been in chronic pain.
It's gotten to the point where my family is starting to notice that I'm shrinking by the day.
And as my muscles deteriorate,
This just proves that I'm nothing but a mindless corpse,
Who can't help but decay.
And all I do is write shitty poetry with the same shitty words,
Because I have no other words I can say.
Some would say-
"Change"
But I would tell you it's not that easy,
If it was, I wouldn't be this way.
When I try to, I lose all motivation faster than it came,
Because I see no results,
And to me, all I'm doing is just putting myself through more pain.
Some call me lazy.
Well, I'll be anything, just give me a name.
Because in the end, I'll just continue doing the same ole thing,
And that's being depressed,
Finding ways to express this in my poetry until I'm completely driven insane.
Because I'm no greater than the rest,
Honestly, it's not hard to see that I think of myself as less,
And a man who deserves nothing but pain.
