Is there anybody out there? I can't breathe.
Let me out of this box you've locked from the outside.
No wait I locked it from the outside.
how can that be?
You can let me out but only I hold the key.
The door is made of sadness
The lock from lonely
The key is learning how to cope but
Honestly I'm scared to leave.
What's on the outside of my mental illness
I can't remember not feeling like this
I scream to be let out
I know I can't leave
I try to decorate my lonely little box
Make it feel a little better
It feels like home now
So why would I ever leave?
August 30,2020
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Stone Fox Diary
Non-FictionPoetry thoughts and ramblings dating back to at least 2019. This is a journal that builds on itself as time goes by. Every now and then I come back, read what I've written before and make comments about it. Sometimes I just comment on what's written...
