Red Ink (Revision)

[ADUnser]

Red Ink

Can't come up with the words that I want,
every ounce of creativity has left my head.
Among all the stress and anger,
I begin to write in red.

I don't feel it anymore, I guess I lost my touch.
The feelings are there but I don't know what to say.
Do I keep trying or just give up?
I doubt I'd be able to show it to you anyway.

When I put my pen to the paper,
I get nothing but a blank stare.
There's no more vision in my eyes or mind,
only hate there.

For so long I've been lost in my disbelief.
Even in a friendly face I could only see hate,
but now I understand I was my own fall.
I only wonder if it's too late.

I'm tired of looking around and seeing I'm alone,
but it'll never change with so much anger in my head.
Honestly I don't know what to do,
and until it's resolved I fear I can only write in red.

Hey guys, this is my first attempt at writing poetry and just looking for some feedback.

Red Ink

Can't come up with the words I wanted,

My creativity is stunted.

Full of stress and anger, got my mental behavior in danger,

Yell a curse at the savior.

Now I'm writing in red, hurting in my head.

Just don't know what I want said.

I don't feel it, think I lost my touch.

'Bout ready to bust.

Guess I lost trust in my own mind,

Wish there was a rewind.

Back to the days when imagination was a gold mine.

What is the problem?

When I put my pen to paper,

just get a blank stare.

No vision in my eyes or mind,

only hate there.

Through and through, creativity fallen to fury.

I'm starting to worry,

Thoughts are a flurry.

Need to find a way to keep myself sturdy.

For so long I've been lost in my disbelief.

Everyone I meet, creatin' imaginary beef.

Of course I always knew I was my own fall,

Even when I was a kid playing b-ball.

Couldn't make a friend from a teammate,

Cause I decided I would hate.

And I often ask myself if it's too late,

look around and I'm alone.

Hangin' at home with no ringin' on my phone.

So I decided to drop the act,

With myself I'm gonna make a pact.

Start living in love instead of anger,

And say goodbye to the bitterness inside my head,

So maybe I can stop writing in red.