The Box

My life is like a box
Unorganized and placed with many parts
Memories and things of what used to be
Photographs and doodles that describes me

This box seems broken and misused
Misplaced and abused
Duck tape and glue won't fix this
The holes, rust and cracks no one will miss

The nurse of life can't fix me
Pills and medecine won't help me you see
Bandages will only cover cuts and bruises
Stitches can't sew back together the cuts
From my lost life cruise

The anchor just won't drop
This ship of sorrow just won't stop
Maybe one day I'll see the ice berg tip
And my self Titanic will sink

I've lost the key to my box
It's something that I just can't seem to find
The key is my mind
And my mind I've lost

© PassingAngel