Writers Block

I don’t think I’m very good at this kinda thing
They call it writers block when you’re sitting there toiling over what to write
They call it writers block when you genuinely sit there and try to come up with something to write that has coherence
I think that’s all bullshit
I call it procrastination
I lay on this couch writing for a site I don’t even really know that much about
I don’t really WANT to do this
But it’s good for me
Ya know?
Just like all the other shit they say is “good for you”
You have mental problems
“Go to a therapist”
You have medical problems
“Go to an urgent care or something”
You have a life you hate
“End it”
That never made sense to me for the longest time
“Just end your life”
What’s the point
I don’t know what waits for me past death
No one really knows
They all pretend too
Heaven, Hell, Afterlife, Darkness
It’s all speculation in the end
Speaking of the end

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