I feel like I’m trapped in a box made out of glass.
I can see but cannot do anything.
I can hear but cannot say anything.
I can feel but I have to.
I lay on the ground of my box, like in-chained.
I don’t move, I can but won’t.
The air is getting less and less as I feel the walls of my box growing closer and thicker.
It takes my breath and will.
My will which held me here.
But why?
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
I feel like I’m trapped in a box made out of glass.
I can see but cannot do anything.
I can hear but cannot say anything.
I can feel but I have to.
I lay on the ground of my box, like in-chained.
I don’t move, I can but won’t.
The air is getting less and less as I feel the walls of my box growing closer and thicker.
It takes my breath and will.
My will which held me here.
But why?
