Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Nothing. Blank.

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I think. Nothing comes to mind. I'm sick of staring at these pages in my notebook. These blank pages, these stupid blue lines. Blank. The only word that ever comes to mind anymore. I can't think, or eat, or anything. Just hide. Now, my mind has learned to do the same. I'm sick of it, I'd rather be in pain. I just want to scream, but what would I scream?
I can't do anything about this. Words don't always come as easy as you want them to.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback