A/N: So I don't know if anyone is actually reading these things, but if you are shoot me a comment or some feedback! Does anyone want me to go back to describing the background of the poem like I did for the first few?

WARNINGS: unorganized thoughts, mental illness/disorder

Sometimes my thoughts

Are organized 

Easy to put down

On paper

The words flow 

Other times 

My thoughts 

Are more like 

Abstract art 

It doesn't make sense

Trying to understand 

Is close to 

Impossible 

Every once in a while

It's like

A blank canvas 

I try so hard 

To think

But my brain 

Remains stubbon

And empty