Writers Block

I find it hard to write optimistically
My writers block pities me
I’m most inspired by my times drowned in pain
Most compelled by a world mundane
I’d rather embrace the morbid
Than explore what I forbid
Pain I’ve secretly enjoyed
When the bliss left me annoyed
When I pick up the pen I write with blood
As I drag my feelings through the mud
My depression is always embraced
As my emotions are disgraced