Blank Pictures

Blank…
Maybe,
That’s why it’s been hard to put ink onto paper.
Nothing in my mind.
Just,
Thoughts floating through my head while I close my eyes and,
Feel the chaos it brings.
Left asking myself,
What am I here for?
To,
Endure pain until I’m finally able to dream again?
Dream a life where I can bare the sting of wounds I’ve inflicted on myself…
Tell me,
What am I here for?
Because,
I’m struggling to stare this page down and,
Paint a picture where you can actually see me smile.
After all,
I had forgotten how that looked like…