a rant that should be in my diary

so uninspired
blank sheet that is my mind
i cannot blindly stumble unto this
endeavor, i have to know
i need to know how to begin
to begin
beginning is the most difficult part
it'll take me days to even think of skeletons
of what it could be

I am not a fountain of inspiration,
though i am a fountain of life
i am not creative
i simply try to speak the truth
when i lie, it rots
it festers inside my guts until

POW

I'm lying on the ground crying,
please im sorry
i don't know whats wrong with me
but i do know, i do i do
i make walls, walls with spikes on both sides
spikes that pierce the flesh of innocents

I AM A MEAN PERSON