Maybe the timing was wrong,
Or maybe it was perfect
For what's to come.

There's a box we all have in our chests,
And every time we get hurt,
We put our hearts inside.
And as it happens more,
We wrap it closed,
Tightly...
Till we forget the joy of opening presents.
Never forget that joy.

I don't know what to write,
The title came first and now I'm at a loss for words.
My madness feels constrained,
This house turned from haven to hell
And now I wish only to run.

The days go by but the landmarks are deadlines,
And I feel like some days it's going to be me with the flatline.
I switch it all off,
Say I need some alone time,
But in these lonely times I feel like it's always just mine.


So I wake,
I eat.
Sleep,
Then repeat.