Trapped inside a box, I feel

Trapped inside a box.

There is no more room to feel

There is no room to love.

 

My heart is solid like a stone

It will not bend or break.

I'd rather keep myself closed off

Than love to hurt again.

 

I do not want to love.

I'd rather not recieve.

If I could stand back afar,

I'd rather bleed and bleed.

 

Feeling has become so foreign.

Love does not exsist.

To be alone is best for me,

To be alone..... it fits.

 

To hurt crushes my inner being .

To Love is even worse.

I'd rather live inside a box,

Than hurt and hurt and hurt.