Thoughts

writing

If words don't work anymore
And I don't know how to act
My feelings are trapped
While my mind is blank

Poems of happiness
Month ago
What did really happen-
will I ever know?

There's no way to express
Tears are the only thing left

Rage and sadness usually fill the paper
But now it's despair
A short flash of hope
But then it fades away

It's just a person trying to write poetry
While the result is heart breaking

All the emotions summed up in words
How can a sentence mean so much
Even it's unsaid
A sentence that hurts deep in your heart
'Cause you can relate to every part
Each line
Written with so much pain

A white paper
Fullfilled with blood
The words that let the writer bleed out
'Cause they spoke themselves out

It's the biggest pain
To be unable to explain
When you're trapped in your mind
'Cause the words won't connect anymore

If words don't work anymore
And I don't know how to act
My feelings are trapped
While my mind is blank

It's another kind of pain
Being unable to explain
The untold things left in my head
But I can't write them down
I don't know how

It shall be aesthetically
But also please the ones who may read it
It shall be interesting
With emotions
Relatable and thoughtful
But with that much in my mind
I can't concentrate on the things I want to write

There's no way to express
Tears are the only thing left

You know you should write for yourself
But the fear to fail
You rather pay attention to the readers
Rather than to drown in your own thoughts
Rather than to let your own story out

It's a curse
Empty inside
Feeling a void
And still trying to find things to say
Things to write
Collecting drafts for their big day

A new creation
New rhymes
But you're never pleased
Being satisfied is forbidden

A writers illness is to be perfect
Each work has to be good enough
But that feeling is rare
Rather a blank page than one with a unrhyiming line
Rather unsaid than lied

If words don't work anymore
And I don't know how to act
My feelings are trapped
While my mind is blank

There's no way to express
Tears are the only thing left

The biggest pain is to be unable to explain

Rather a blank page than one with a unrhyiming line
Rather unsaid than lied

OR-//////nan molla, Idk,ich hab auch keine Ahnung, lol,.....\\\\\\-OR

If words don't work anymore
And you don't know how to act Your feelings are trapped
While your mind is blank

Poems of happiness
Month ago
What did really happen-
will I ever know?

There's no way to express
Tears are the only thing left

Rage and sadness usually fill the paper
But now it's despair
A short flash of hope
But then it fades away

It's just a person trying to write poetry
While the result is heart breaking

All the emotions summed up in words
How can a sentence mean so much
Even it's unsaid
A sentence that hurts deep in your heart
'Cause you can relate to every part
Each line
Written with so much pain

A white paper
Fullfilled with blood
The words that let the writer bleed out
'Cause they spoke themselves out

It's the biggest pain
To be unable to explain
When you're trapped in your mind
'Cause the words won't connect anymore

If words don't work anymore
And you don't know how to act
Your feelings are trapped
While your mind is blank

It's another kind of pain
Being unable to explain
The untold things left in your head
But you can't write them down
You don't know how

It shall be aesthetically
But also please the ones who may read it
It shall be interesting
With emotions
Relatable and thoughtful
But with that much in your mind
You can't concentrate on the things you want to write

There's no way to express
Tears are the only thing left

You know you should write for yourself
But the fear to fail
You rather pay attention to the readers
Rather than to drown in your own thoughts
Rather than to let your own story out

It's a curse
Empty inside
Feeling a void
And still trying to find things to say
Things to write
Collecting drafts for their big day

A new creation
New rhymes
But you're never pleased
Being satisfied is forbidden

A writers illness is to be perfect
Each work has to be good enough
But that feeling is rare
Rather a blank page than one with a unrhyiming line
Rather unsaid than lied

If words don't work anymore
And you don't know how to act
Your feelings are trapped
While your mind is blank

There's no way to express
Tears are the only thing left

The biggest pain is to be unable to explain

Rather a blank page than one with a unrhyiming line
Rather unsaid than lied