BoX oF sAdNeSs pT.2

Crying upon my bed,
A millions things run through my head.
Not feeling so well, like I'm drowning in this hell.
A few months or so has passed,
"But what about the box?" you ask.
Do I dare give my stare
Upon it's evil longing glare?
Bringing back him and all our memories
Will bring with all the hurt and pain
That's seeping slowly through my veins.
Blue little lines which I cut right to the bone.
I see the red, the feeling's gone.
While I'm asleep in bed, at home
I wake up in the dark alone.
Screaming his name
Only to find I'm blushing in shame,
Cause he's not there
And I wonder if he is feeling the same.
I ask myself, how do you get rid of a box that beats,
Every time you jump in your seat,
When the phone rings,
Or that knock at the door,
That you thought, was him, this time, for sure.

08-28-05
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