Really not good

I need to get something out but cant even think of the words to comprehend what it is I'm trying to say

I can't write anymore even

Because my head feels like a balloon

Intoxicated with helium

Floating up into the clouds

And I can't really think straight

Because my eyes hurt so bad

Bloodshot and burning

the color of roses, although far from pretty

This is all far from pretty

But if I stop, then I won't be able

To get anything done

If I stop,

Then everything stops

So I'll keep going

Worn out

And running on adrenaline

Until I'm not running anymore

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[Jb]

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[wordaddict]

OMG I absolutely love the ending here.You have a way of taking feelings we all have,and writing about them in ways I never thought of
The writers block you described in the beginninng made me think of the struggle I had after my accident
Great poem just try and slow down,don't stress out
JUST KEEP RUNNING