Unwritten - an original poem :3

All my life I've written.
All my life I've bitten
Off pieces of what I know
To pull it from being hidden.

But my mind has left me unbidden,
As if writing is forbidden,
As if my breath has been taken
Out of the lungs I still sit in.

I used to be emotion-ridden,
Feelings overflowing that couldn't fit in.
Now, my eyes are empty;
They are frostbitten.

I thought I would be sickened,
Or grief-stricken.
But I feel simply nothing
And the walls thicken.

All of my words are left unwritten.