They said write something

though it might be worthless.

And this is worthless.

From brain to hand there are no words coming

Words lost between fingertips and keyboard

Words so prevalent in my head yet they mean nothing

Damn there are no words.

I have nothing to put down.

"Write something, it might be worthless"

Damn right this is worthless.

Writing takes words and thought

and though I've got plenty to spare

I'm holding on too tight

and won't let go.

The paper's getting shorter

every stanza deleting it back and back

This is only the ninth stanza.

No way there's only nine.

Hopeless

Wordless

Worthless

Less and less and less

Careless

Idealess

Less and less and less and less

and what the hell is on this paper?

A/N: This poem is based off of Twenty One Pilot's song "Kitchen Sink". One line is "write something though it might be worthless". There was a night a long time ago where was I sinking into my head, but that line inspired me to write this poem. After editing it down so it was far more appropriate, although there is still some language, I've decided to post it.