I want to write.
But I can't.
I can't bring myself too.
I need to update my stories but I'm in a slant
I'm scared and bruised
from being stuck in this rut
and I can't write
or make anything but
these stupid fucking poems.
And I can't even write them well.
I want to write.
I want to write stories again.
But I have no motivation.
No inspiration.
And it's crushing.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
