Writers Block

I say "nothing" because "I don't want to talk about it" means you'll ask again later
I lack the emotional stamina to make myself better
Too weak to cry
Not enough power to express it vocally so I just sigh
Maybe it'll turn into some art later
If not
It sits in a jar and it pickles
Until I'm in a jam
And the jar turns to glass shards
Contents leaking burning holes on contact
Ugh
I let the music speak for me
Records running in circles
We certainly share that
Sounds leave me sonically bound
Never escaping the waves
Turning them into my slave
Crafted them to fix me up
Made them to let me out