Box

She was locked in the box of her own emotions. The box she drew to keep herself safe locked her and she lost the key. She frantically looked but the darkness wouldn’t allow her to find it. It was dark and cold, as she shivered with the blast of the coldness she poured out of her soul. She stood there trying to find the key. To unlock the box of her soul to let herself free. For she was fed up of the coldness, the darkness for it started to get lonely. Everything she feared flashed at her as if it was the end of her life. She saw the happy memories fade away as she fought for simple things. She wanted to stop herself for as she looked back at it it was not important and she could have just shut it down but her soul was too cold to learn the truth of the heart. She feared loneliness, to feel unwanted and lost. So she did what she does best blame and frame. Hide and run away for that’s all she ever did run away from the monsters that devoured her soul because the thought of facing them conflicted with her breath of life. She found the key but she was borrowing it, for the key to her soul belonged to another soul. She got comfortable and let her guard down and now she lost the key. This time she took responsibility and stood strong. She was glad she found a key for now she knew how to devour the monsters that wanted her soul. It wasn’t going to be easy but she was ready for a fight and she was ready to do anything to win the fight. But what she didn’t realize was that she will never win for the darkness and the coldness would conquer her mind and as it slowing runs through her veins it’s going to stop her heart from beating because when u play with fire you will get burn and how can you win when u were born to lose from the beginning because destiny hated you and wrote you down for a crime u did not commit so now she pays for it with her soul and the emptiness she feels is just the penalty, the unjust and harsh penalty she has to pay for playing with fire she didn’t light.