Lyrical Misfit

The tears I cried, are justified, by the pain inside, can't be denied, I know I tried
But it's too late
To resuscitate
There is no heart rate
But at any rate
I will sit and wait
For this is my curse, every verse, I submerse, so deep it hurts, it gets worse
I can't swim
I can't win
But I fight
While I'm in
Like I'm riding a 10 speed, the wind blows against me, just like my friends- see, There's nobody with me.
Yet the pulse grows stronger, my rhymes get longer, and soon I shall conquer
My writer's block- kill it
emptiness- Fill it
Fight and die with it
I'm a lyrical misfit