Sometimes I just want to put everything away in a box.
Pretend like nothing really happened.
All the thoughts.
All the pain.
Everything that bothers me.
Putting it all in a box
and store it under my bed.
I try to laugh,
all the time.
I’m positive,
most of the time.
I try to put every bad feeling away.
I try not to cry.
Not to let anybody know how I really feel.
Cause when you put everything away,
it isn’t there,
right?
But I can still feel it all sitting in my body.
Lost from the sight,
But for me it can’t hide.
It makes my blood feels like it’s clumping.
Like my brain is storming inside.
Even my heart feels like it’s a rock.
Like the sharp ends stick through my skin.
It feels like I’m a ticking timebomb.
A bomb that’s going to explode.
It could be any second from now.
I’m the box.
Here’s the thing about boxes.
If they’re full,
they can’t close anymore.
Nothing fits anymore.
You need to make space,
to let new items in.
So,
One day the box explodes.
You need to face the things you keep hiding,
you must sort it out.
So,
before the bomb explodes,
open that **** box.
face the things inside it.
cry.
Scream if you need to.
Talk about all the things,
The things you keep hiding.
The things that are bothering you.
Make space
For new things
Positive things.
Being vulnerable isn’t a bad thing.
It only shows your strength inside.
Because instead of hiding from your demons,
You face them.
You fight them.
You fight for your own happiness.
You choose what the box contains.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
Sometimes I just want to put everything away in a box.
Pretend like nothing really happened.
All the thoughts.
All the pain.
Everything that bothers me.
Putting it all in a box
and store it under my bed.
I try to laugh,
all the time.
I’m positive,
most of the time.
I try to put every bad feeling away.
I try not to cry.
Not to let anybody know how I really feel.
Cause when you put everything away,
it isn’t there,
right?
But I can still feel it all sitting in my body.
Lost from the sight,
But for me it can’t hide.
It makes my blood feels like it’s clumping.
Like my brain is storming inside.
Even my heart feels like it’s a rock.
Like the sharp ends stick through my skin.
It feels like I’m a ticking timebomb.
A bomb that’s going to explode.
It could be any second from now.
I’m the box.
Here’s the thing about boxes.
If they’re full,
they can’t close anymore.
Nothing fits anymore.
You need to make space,
to let new items in.
So,
One day the box explodes.
You need to face the things you keep hiding,
you must sort it out.
So,
before the bomb explodes,
open that **** box.
face the things inside it.
cry.
Scream if you need to.
Talk about all the things,
The things you keep hiding.
The things that are bothering you.
Make space
For new things
Positive things.
Being vulnerable isn’t a bad thing.
It only shows your strength inside.
Because instead of hiding from your demons,
You face them.
You fight them.
You fight for your own happiness.
You choose what the box contains.