lavender walls surround me, trapping me in
the sorrow i caused for myself
i should never blame you; you're too beautiful to be at fault
i screamed, i yelled, i hurt, i cried a river for us even though
there isn't any "us" in "weeping without a shoulder to cry on"
the wishes i have are no longer possible
after the long argument we had that warm summer night
your voice was pained, your face was full of unhappiness
damn...

i stare at my computer
                                        a blank page
my
    brain
        is
            going
                crazy
what the heck am i doing staring at a fricking blank page
    um
                                        someone help
OH THERES AN IDEA!!!
                                                        yeah nope
i've got absolutely nothing
                where did my creativity go?
somewhere
                                                        it's lost somewhere in space
                    or something
                                            what if i wrote about that?
nah
            talk about being brain broken