Product Of Writer's Block Poem by Samantha Stough

I never had the nerve to go over the edge
I just play with artificial sunshine,
Peering over a hedge
Where should I start,
And where should I end?
Such subjective questions…
It’s almost too much to take
It’s either climb over the wall
Or make it break
Please tell me my fears aren’t real
Show me how to reach the ideal
Always thinking,
Always wishing,
Never saying,
Never doing,
With a hole in my heart
That’s just how it always goes
Writing was my escape
But there’s such a mental block
It’s all the same,
Depression with some angst on top
I’m going to keep trying
Because there’s no time for dying