My Shallow Creativity
I am wading...wading through my shallow creativity.
Nothing comes to my mind... nothing that matters anyways.
Everything I do doesn't seem to make sense...
Everything I am feels like a waste.
"Why is that?" I ask myself.
Why do I feel so lousy?
Why do I just want to cry?
I know inside my heart cries to do something! ANYTHING!
But here I am...stuck in this rut that I can't get out of.
Stuck in this shallow Creativity...
Even though it is shallow... I feel as though I am drowing.