The floor is ice cold
I run from wall to wall
Despitely sliding my hands along there cool hard surface
But to no avail
I bang on the walls but I can't hear my own fists against the glass
Its so loud
Voices I can barley understand
Noises that resemble a knife screeching
along a chalk bord
The box is getting smaller
And theres no escape
I see people outside
Laughing
Smiling
Free
And then there gone
I'm surounded by darkness
The walls only wish to tornt me
Tornt me with the freedom that I can never have
Make me believe I can be saved
But it's a lie
The box is getting smaller
The black glass roof is closing in
I fear I'll be crushed by this feeling
The feeling of being trapped
I bang on the walls once more
But all I hear echo back are more voices
More unbearable sounds
Its all to much
I fall to my knees
Should I give up?
Theres no way out
So why bother looking
When its pointless
The box is getting smaller
So small now
So small that I can almost reach the roof
So small
So small I can touch two walls at once
Then is stops
I'm huddled in a ball
Cluching my knees
It doesn't matter that its stopped
Because now my tears are pooling at my feet
And the tiny box I'm trapped in
Is slow filling up with water
Hot and salty
I gag on my own tears
I can't make them stop
The box is getting smaller
Again
Will I drown?
Will I be crushed?
I don't know
All I can do is huddle
And cry
And pray to a god I don't even believe in
Please
Someone
Get me out of this box
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Side
Poetry⚠️disclaimer⚠️these poems contain self harm and themes of depression and suicide Basically a bunch of poems that I pulled out of the top of my head. Most of them are really depressing so if you like that kind of poetry well your in the "write" place...
