Toy Box


Completely surrounded but not a common soul

There's a part of me that hopes when that lid opens

Craving a taste of the light

But I know

There's a part of me that's broken


For so long I've been awake

Waiting for the day that I breathe again

But no matter how many smiles I plaster

In my heart, I know I'm fake

Afraid of being forgotten but never changing


My surrounding scatters and I slip under

Trying to reach out but I'm in a standstill

The light starts fading out

Blackout following the thunder

But that's what happens when you're at the bottom of the box







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