I can't

[~Dangerous MInd~]

I can't write anymore, sometimes I wonder if I ever could
it seems as though the wind has blown creativity from my hands
these days I can only stare down
at the floor
and wonder why
art has died
The last poem I wrote I tore up into many little pieces
I threw them away, none of my thoughts can stay
My last drawing hangs on the wall but now I never look at it twice
all the times I was so quick to criticize others
all the times I was so quick to push things out of my mind
I was wrong because I have nothing
on the inside

[-Silence]

Aww.

I can relate Sarah, but I have to say you write wonderfully. :)