“writing struggle”

i have no idea , what i’m gonna write about?
my paper is so empty and totally white
why have i lost my writing appetite ?
i don’t feel alright , but i’m gonna fight

maybe i’ve lost my way , because my hope died
i always messed up , no matter how hard i ‘ve tried
i’m so lost and terrified
and it’s killing me inside and outside

i’m waiting for any kind of inspiration
and my best friend called adaptation
but  this empty paper is giving me frustration
i’m not the same any more , i’ve changed my destination