For my fellow writers,
A blank paper and a pencil that\'s been sharpened a million times
Lists of a thousand words and a hundred rhymes
Thinking of writing from the heart but I\'m never sure of where mine is
Don’t really know what to say, I guess I\'ll go with this -
8:33 a.m. the sun has barely risen
Still its light is shining so bright
that its blocking my vision
I can barely write a single word
It\'s like my mind is against me
Its locked can someone give me a key
I\'m stuck and I don’t know how to be
I pick up my pencil and write
\"By:\"
On the paper
But I don’t even know why...
I know I\'m not like others
Getting high to write
Just getting by, no fight
But maybe I should be?
Writer\'s block is damaging me
My brain is sore from trying so hard to think
I tell me, just breathe
But in between all of the
Struggle
After I feel like I might buckle
I stop and feel the world around me
Am I free?
My mind takes control of me
and as for words, they can finally be
more than just ideas on a blank page
inside my mind
My hand start writing uncontrollably
Guess all I had to do is breathe
Alright that\'s all for now guys,
Stop and just breathe
No stress, no anxiety
Just breathe