Writer Blocked

I remember a time when writing eased my soul. So easy it was for words to unfold. But as of lately it tears my heart. Every alphabet written tearing me apart. As I write I'm forced to face my truth. Lords knows that's not something I'm willing to do. Right now I just want to live in my little bubble of pain. Nothing to lose. Nothing to gain. Kind of on auto pilot coasting from one day to the next. But now I can't help but wonder what's next... -L' Mo