Itty Bitty Words

Looking over my writing and cringy sentences, what I see is not enough.
Not good enough for eyes to read.

And this is how I know.
I know whatever I create will never, ever be good. 

I see myself slipping. 

I slip away from my writing, what I love, what I do, and I sit and wait patiently, for the day to end.
I am a gaping hole. 

I've become lost. 

My works aren't eloquent or pieced together, they go from beauty to corrupted halfway because my mind has decided to reject it. 

This doesn't feel like writers block but
something.