The stanzas are breaking my flow,
Art has killed my mind;
For I have nothing to show.
I only possess my lies

I'm sick of faking stories,
Things that aren't my own.
Really, my life is pretty boring;
And I swear I have nothing to tell.
Maybe my heart'll be gone by morning,
And I'll shrug it all off with "oh well"

A/n: Hello. Are you well? This is about a problem I face. I can't stand that I'm unable to write from real life...well, in a way I kinda do; but I never write about my own life, just things I see. If anyone has any requests for poems you'd like me to write, please comment them here. Have an awesome day/night/morning/whatever time it is for you in your time zone.