Box

by iwanttobalone   Aug 18, 2005


In my hands i hold a box
in it are my secrets and thoughts
dump it out. what do you see?
things that you were sure weren't me

a razor. some pills. a book of lies.
a stupid mask for my disguise
lighters. matches. a pile of ashes
a knife made for making gashes

a picture from when times were fine
the poem from when i crossed the line
the hour i forgot. then the cost.
the compassion and love i thought i lost

on the floor there is a box
all around are my secrets and thoughts
you pick them up, and put them in
when you left me, i opened it again...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Kys Dirty Little Secret

    WOW i love it it is so good. It is exactly how I feel right now. I put all my things in a "box" to hide everything from everybody so nobody sees my hurt and pain that i go through NO i don't cut myself either. But I really liked the poem

  • 18 years ago

    by nobody truly knows me

    Wow.
    "on the floor there is a box
    all around are my secrets and thoughts
    you pick them up, and put them in
    when you left me, i opened it again..."
    i loved that part. you know i gave you a 5.

  • 19 years ago

    by Kezza

    Very wicked descriptive poem. well done

  • 19 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    Wow. Excellent poem. The word choice and flow were extremely well done. I loved the ending and the descriptions. Great poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by Chris

    Another great poem!!!!

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