Writer's Block

My mind's trying to breathe.
Trying to run, trynna be free.
My imagination's trying to eat.
But, I have nothing to feed.
Creativity seems long gone,
it's lost and not willing to be found.
Vision, taste, smell, its all a blur.
There's nothing special or unique.
Nothing orignal, its all cliche.
Im a mess of tears, blood, and ignorance.
Disgracing my fellow writers,
Letting myself and others down.
Failing my expectations,
not fulfilling my potential.
There's two words I need
to regain it all.
Emotion and Quiet.