My Book

I'm about to start writing again. A few years ago i started to write a book. But I got busy and stopped. Then I tried again and had writer's block.Then last year I tried to start writing it again but when i read what i started off with i was disgusted. My biggest critic is myself. I know what good writing is so when i see my writing i don't think it measures up with the writers I have in mind. But who cares right? Its my book. I can do whatever I want. If it sucks it sucks. But at least I did it. So no more excuses. *Excuses are tools for the incompetent,. Used to build monuments of nothingness. And those who specialize in them seldom amount to anything.* So all i need to do is change a few things around in the original story and start it back up. That is my goal and I'm working on it.........now

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Drip Drop Drip Drop

The blood flows and then it stops

I breathe in, and then,out

Look in the mirror,begin to doubt

Who am i? What have i become?

What everyone says. I'm stupid and dumb

I begin to cry. Tears fall from my eyes

I stare back in the mirror,

Not breaking my stance. I see clearer.

Or so i thought. I cut myself, and now I'm caught

In a situation that can't be bought

with money or words, but only fought

through deeds and feelings that i've been taught

Its only a matter of time, before I'm found

Lying in my own blood, safe and sound

Twisted as that seems, I'll be no longer bound

To this world that expects too much

But its ok, because now....I'm free