What do you do

When there is no inspiration?

When your thoughts

Have run dry,

And your pen

Runs out of ink?

What do you do

When you are so full of emotion,

Yet lack the words to

Fully explain it?

What do you do?

Do you drown yourself

In the tears of

Weekends past?

Do you call up

Old boyfriends

And make new mistakes?

Do you take the blade

And run it over your

Perfect skin?

Or do you continue

To write?

Despite the pain?