Living in A Box

The window is my only sense of escape

I wait to see any signs of life, growing lonelier within each second

I can’t escape routine

I never run into my dreams

No one can help

The millions of reasons to stay are quickly fading

and my body has started panicking

I’m having childhood withdrawals

When my mind easily wandered and was welcomed where it went

I can’t escape my life

I yell out for help only to realize I’m still alone

No one can help

I reach for my last chance for survival but I’m drained, I’m exhausted

Everything I ever yearned for feels a million miles away…

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