A little wooden box
Sealed shut with a sturdy lock
filled with everything that represents me and who i am
in the inside it holds my broken heart, my empty soul and my dead insides.
trapped within those are my pains, secrets and desires.
that nobody will ever hear, know or see.
unilt the day the box is opened.
on the outside of this box there is a picture
a picture of who i used to be
a person i never want to be again
i will hide all of my razors, knives and pills
wrap a rope around the outside and tie it with a bow.
Each thing symbolizes another.
But just like me, they will never understand
i'll write a list of those i want to be there when the box is opened
leave it on my desk
leave the keys to the box, to my soul, to my heart, to my life, to me...
taped to the list
write a good-bye note and explain
explain why i was the way that i was
and then maybe
just maybe
people will finally understand
but until then
i will work on the box, on my life, on my death, on my coffin...
