The Box
You want to put that point to your skin
And feel the pain rushing out
Instead you put the pen to the paper
And scribble what your emotions shout
Pain from the past never goes away
When your mind is set in constant replay
And how that everyone is sick of hearing you cry
You stuff that pain in the box you hide
The sides are bursting
The bottom is worn
From all those loves, dreams, and hopes which were torn
It weighs so much and sits on your mind
So times of relief aren't easy to find
Your box won't last much longer, this you can tell
Because all the tape and bandages aren't holding up too well
You want to empty it, and throw it out
But sadly enough, you don't know how
What you do know is, the box holds all your pain
So when the walls collapse, how will you stay sane?
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