writer's block

I’m sitting on my bed. It’s so uncomfy
And I’m just wondering why won’t words come to me?
It’s pure agony. The story had stopped writing itself    
My control over it slipped from my grasp    
I wanted to write something good goddammit
Something enjoyable    
So now I'm venting instead  
    
I just wish I was better  
I just need a little bit of hope    
I hate it when I run into a brick wall    
Write myself into a corner    
Feel that writer’s block breathing down my neck    
Like a constant shadow that follows me and waits for the perfect moment to attack    
     
Why is it so hard to write? I just want to feel alright    
And writing is almost the only thing that makes my life worth living    
So why is it like this? Why can’t I fight this?    
     
I just want my story to flow. To grow  
To be entertaining and better than any show you've ever watched