It's Like, These Words Were Never Even Here...

Writing seems to have lost all meaning to me
I don't know a reason, there's no reason I can see

Or come up with, all that I know,
is that this could be my last poem, before I go

And never come back, because right now
I don't see a reason, no why, no how

Every time I try to write, it crumbles
and all that's left, are mumbles

In this empty mind of mine
and even as I write this line

I feel the rhythm and rhyme falter
and this poem, my mind alters

It's some sort of cruel trick
pretty messed up, and pretty sick

I used to think I'd never stop writing
now even though my life, is blighting

The words leave my mind as soon as they appear
it's like these words, were never even here....