There's this box that holds all of my secrets, darkest thoughts, pain and any resemblance of who I once was. I don't remember where the box came from or even when it first started. I just know it's dark in there and becoming overly crowded. I threw everything in there even the things I didn't mean to. I did it to survive the worse pain even the ones I forgot about. There's now a hole in the box that seems to damage me more and more each day. Just a glimmer of hope seems to be no more. The light of a new day brings me hope but only for a minute. A minute to try to make things right but I always run out of time. I feel like my soul is being ripped from my body and I don't know where it's going. Sometimes I wish to be done, done with everything and become something new. I wish to fly as high as my wings will let me. I feel trapped in this box where there is no love. Who can love me when I don't love myself? Who can stand me when I can't stand myself? Who could understand me when I can't understand myself? So many hidden things I forgot who I was. I hid from myself so I couldn't see my truth. Its so dark that nothing else matters. The darkness is where I live because it's the only thing I know. I think I'm okay but I'm not there's so much pain that I'll crumble. Crumble at the idea of something new, crumble at the idea of who I could be. I rather not feel because there's only pain. How do I go on when I don't want to? What will I do when the box is broken for good? I'm afraid of what might be.