Poetry

I've run out of topics,
My mind has gone numb
There's no inspiration,
I'm emotionally dumb
Yet I'll sit and I'll write,
With nothing left to say,
But the words still spill out,
Because there's no other way.
But now I want to go,
To not write anymore,
I want to play my game...
Because my mind is growing sore.
I will leave right now,
I want to go and play
I will end this poem here,
For there is nothing left to say.