Blocked

I hate the fact I can't write
No matter how hard I try
My thoughts never reach paper
So frustrating, I want to cry
Writing has been my life.
I wrote everything, thoughts, feelings and dreams
Then I hit my dead end; the end of my life
So frustrating, what does this mean?

Is someone trying to tell me something?
Is this it? The end of my ultimate dream to write?
Was this just a ten year thing? To write no more?
UGH! I'm so pissed - makes me want to fight.

I sit in front of a blank page,
Staring at it for days and weeks at a time,
But yet nothing...not a single word.
And there I sit waiting for the sun to shine.

I have so many things I want to say
Everything is building up, I don't know what to do,
This is suffocating me like a child drowing,
I fight and kick, gasping for air, but here I lie, a dull blue.

Used to be my way to vent,
Now it no longer works,
I feel like I've failed myself.
Failure...A feeling that hurts.