Words that aren't coming out

Quanter of a year
That's how long since I've been gone
away from this place
in between many a times
I stopped by
looked at the white sheet
stared hard and yet
words just didn't come out
up to now it still doesn't come out
words.. seems like i've forgotten how to emote
like i've locked my feelings
bottled them up tightly
that even words don't come out anymore

and still it hurts, especially here in the heart
with too much to hold
and too little to be shared
and too exhausting
too far gone....

Work work work

Where did I go?
Went MIA for awhile didn't I?
Anyway it doesn't matter, does it?
Its not like someone reads this shit anyway...

Too much work is killing my creativity ~if i had some~
Too much work is stifling my imagination ~ if I had a little~
Too much work is bringing my morale down ~ this i had a lot~
Too much work is just too much work

Work is neverending
I have to know when to do what needs to be done
But sometimes I get ungodly deadlines,
that I know I will never be able to stick up to

So why do i subject myself to this
overworking and overkilling my brains
So why do i still work and work
and write and write and write

well, obligations and responsibility calls
i need to answer that call
i need to finish this so I can answer that call'
i need to graduate next year!!!