Mind blocked

I have to leave the writing to the poets    
my mind can't conjour up anything that makes sense  
it's a fucking mess in here  
sometimes dark and cloudy    
most of the time Its dead  silence  
Like going through with day by day routine    
With blinders  
I make it work    
Just have to I guess    
doesn't help the fact that I'm hurting    
And I can't put it into words    
I can't tell a soul    
I didn't write this for pity    
Or comments    
Nor likes    
I just can't say what I want to say to anyone    
So I have to let some stuff just air out.    
It's been to long since I felt this way    
And I'd hate to go back down that road again    
But it seems inevitable    
Maybe I'll find words I can relate to in a poem    
And hope it helps me heal    
If not    
I'll just keep writing bullshit for bullshit on dup  
And hope the dots connect
That'll be why I always come back
Life just never stays good