My Box

It's a box

That's where I am

It's a wet box

The sides are caving in

It's dark

Every corner getting smaller

It's so dark

They say what doesn't kill you,

makes you stronger

I can't crawl out

The edges are glued

At this point the seclusion feels safe,

At this time, I don't want anything new

I can't run, there's nowhere to hide

I can't scream, but I feel trapped inside

I don't know if I'm scared or safe

I think my conscious has been misplaced,

So Here I stay, water drips to my face,

I'll keep my damaged box

My box is my safe place.