I'm trapped in a box.
There is no bottom of this box,
only an empty pit of self-hate.
Despite the openness of it all,
I'm suffocating.
It's like,
well,
being alone and forgotten.
Feelings of regret wash over you like a tidal wave,
and you lose the will to do anything.
Leaving the box is not an option,
your'e held prisoner by your thoughts.
Why do I even bother anymore?
-For me
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Things I Learned From Her
PoetryA collection of poetry. Some poems might be dark, others warm and inviting, but we'll see.
