Writer's Block

I'm barraged by self-doubt
Ain't nothing in my head it's all flushed out
Ain't no inspiration left its all checked out clout to my ear all my thoughts disappear amnesia's got me all drugged out

Fucking blank as I try to write a verse
Totally immersed in nothingness
As vast as the universe
but first I gotta find a way to traverse this emptiness and reverse this damn curse

to add a cursor to the document
Damn this predicament
That I'm in
self-inflicted but No less its evident

Testament to my stubborn will to
Void myself of feel but ain't no sense to it
I'm tired I can't feel

The words that flow through me
nothing's going through what the hell
Screw me
Gotta get outside my head just to get to me

Outer body experiencing the block
writer's shock oh i lost it aaaah what the fuck

When you feeling kind of low and you wanna feel something else
When you thinking that you growing but you stuck right on the shelf

When you wanna go somewhere higher than you ever been before oh yeah
When you gotta get over don't you know nothing's stopping you but yourself

Type a word press delete
Have an idea think delete
Think defeat no idea why my writing's blocked on repeat

Irritation’s building up in my gut
I walk to the fridge find myself something to eat in this rut

postpone my expression fill myself with anxiety
knowing my potential’s way ahead of me
leaving me behind and laughing at me seriously
I only got cliche’s like the phrase “Im my own worst enemy”

The End of me is beginning to become a reality
as I get blocked again and again it’s a rebound in this game
getting dealt the same hand since I came ain’t no one to frame
only myself to blame