I wait for something to come to me

But I am always left with nothing

There is nothing more I want than to be able to write as I once did

To express myself in ways that were

t h e r a p e u t I c

c h a l l e n g i n g

s a t i s f y i n g

There is nothing more I want than to have my voice

[To speak my mind

To stand up for the things I once did

To provide an outlet]

An escape

Just something.

Just ANYTHING to get these troubling, dark thoughts

Out of my [h e a d]

And onto that paper to relieve the stress

the pain

the suffering

That no one sees

I just need that spark, that will, that drive

Can you relate?

Can you honestly look me in the eye and say that you understand?

I wish you could

I wish you could feel the things I do and experience every small thought that I think

Wouldn’t that make life easier?

No, it would make it worse.