A Box Poem by Shelby Burnside

I feel forever stuck in this box, full of people and places that i dont wanna see. i keep feeling the world spin and i get dizzy and i cant help but scream. This box has no holes, no way to get air, im breathing my waste and i can no longer hear. yet the people in my head are speaking loud and clear, and they wont shut up and i cant even cough. The walls keep coming closer, they're trapping me in, i cant push the walls, and all i see is darkness and the swirls that pop out of my eyes. i want to win, but this battle has no end, the blood keeps on pouring and im wading within. Then a hole at the top appears and i see the light of the real world staring at me, and slowly yet surely the box opens wide, and im staring into the eyes of bliss made of blue. i feel that he's real, no figment of lies, he brushes past my hair and looks deep inside. He sees the abuse, he sees the pain, he looks to the ground now afraid. he closes this box and im stuck once again. I start to scream, the air running out and my eyes lose the light that he had let in. and though he was only here for a moment he lingers and stays and my heart breaks again. theres no peace in this world, theres no gladness. I just keep on living, no way I can die, and though I look for a way i dont find one and i cry. So i stay, drowning endlessly in sorrow and in tears, and here I'll stay, forever.. stuck..