In the next life, please let me be a cardboard box
I'll remain closed, locked with a thrown away key
On the bottom shelf, cluttered with dust coloured in greyplace me slightly by the sunlight, so I know that darkness isn't all that exists
Please don't ever rely on me or
trust me with your valuables
leave me completely empty
Because I know you'll end up hurt
I know I'll end up ruining you tooPlease,
Don't open me, don't touch me, don't try to use me or be near meI'm begging you,
let me get worn down
leave my rips and tears alone
let me soak up the spring rainwater
allow it to rip at my skin
break me down
Tear me apart
Let me rot
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Poetry'cause sometimes, i swear, i hear voices collection of thoughts