Fighting Writer's Block

I don't have the words anymore, I've used them all and where did that get me.

You know when you wring a wet cloth and then in just an instance there's no more water coming from it.
Its still wet but to get that water you need to wring it a bit harder.

Sometimes I think of leaving this whole poetry thing and going into simpler things like collecting stickers or just drawing.

Can't I wake up one day and see a bird then think to myself 'I should draw that' instead of thinking 'if only I could fly away from it all.'

But then again, I'm too young and naive to have writer's block