My Little Box

Locked up in my own little box
With nothing more than dirt and rocks
Hoping someone will rescue me
I lay their waiting patiently

Sitting their week after week
Nobody even took a peak
I kept thinking I'm a total freak
because I'm here in a place so cold and meek

I hadn't eaten for 3 weeks straight
And so suddenly my heart was a pool of hate
Hate towards the people who condemed me to my fate
A fate of no life to ever regenerate

Cold and Alone
While still on my own
I start to moan
Because i have nothing more than a phone

Once I feel all sad and meek
I decide to get up and take a peek
And suddenly I start to weep
Because i see that this whole week

It was my family and friends
They were my box
they were their to make amends
of my uneven thoughts

To protect me during my darkest hour
My darkest thoughts they will devour
Protect me from the rips and bends
And Shelter me from my own minds end