Writer's Block

Thirteen reasons why I need to apply

No logical reason to deny

Illogical, depression is a form of repression

The minds own question

Too stuck in the back to raise one's own hand

Too far back to explain what one has planned

For the future, a metaphorical suture

Juncture of mind and body so close to connecting its testing

My patience, as I look out that glass window

Where all the kids outside call me a weirdo

Stuck in a glass house

Mom on the ceiling

Dad in the living room sleeping

With me waiting to break out

Steal the car, go around the roundabout

No more need to get wasted

Make everything else the faintest

Wouldn't someone notice I'm gone?

Maybe Ill just leave a cardboard cutout

And go take a break in the dugout

Three-strikes and your out

Why do parents always have to shout?

Maybe its society

Something so ingrained it can't be explained

Like my words

As I look out this window pane

As if its a mirror reflecting my pain

A writers block so obscure

Doctors say im just premature

Get past 18 you'll get over it

Then no reason to cause a slit

As I break this house in to shards

Take one up, its just one more scar

Or maybe I'll be Hannah Baker

Ain't no reason greater

Can't write it on this paper

Because I have writer's block

If depression is just a means of repression

Why can't I just end this session?