Last few days have been hard
To deal with it's been filled with dread
Needing to emote
That's a joke
I'm not laughing
Try to create and it's not flowing
I'm in my
**** head
Driving me insane
I hate this blame game
Fingers are pointing at me
Blood
Did you say blood
Vibrant Crimson gorgeous red
Bleeding through
Streams
Staining sheets & sheets
Writing is stilted
Exhaustion has me wilted
These are the days
When I'd rather be dead
Finally
The flow is ebbing slowly
As I'm now out of my head