Its all been written

I have nothing to write,
Its all been written,
The pain remains,
And my hearts still broken.

The words just dont flow,
Like they did before,
Maybe thats because,
I'm not sure who I am anymore.

I write the words,
But they just don't fit,
The reason why,
Something I'm afraid to admit.

I'm afraid its gone,
I fear I've lost my touch,
I can't handle this,
Its just too much.

writing is my love,
My final source of hope,
If its gone,
How can I cope?