I try and try again to impress. But I always fall. I took a syringe and drained my blood from my veins and emptied all of it into my pen. Every syllable and every word have become a disease in my mind, driving me crazy. I'm starting to wander and not make sense. I've been lost for days in my own nonsense. I scribble and jot every sentence in sight even if it isn't good. Scraping up and gathering what I can. I share it because I want people to experience the love of words that I have. But I'm starting to run dry and become old news.My bloods run out, there's nothing to gather and the straight jacket is on to tight. Just take away my pen and get it over with.