Your pain
Lingers from many years ago
And you have become so good at brushing that pain away
Filling up that box to the brim
And sliding it under your bed
Like the monsters you imagined at a young age
I wish I could take that box
And instead throw into the ocean
And watch it sink to the bottom
Letting out everything that was inside
And burdening the waters instead
But rather than having that easy way out
The box will one day be so overfilled
It will explode with all of your emotions
And the world won’t know how to react
The world will hide from you
Unless you find a way to use those emotions and pain
And put them into something else
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Your pain
Lingers from many years ago
And you have become so good at brushing that pain away
Filling up that box to the brim
And sliding it under your bed
Like the monsters you imagined at a young age
I wish I could take that box
And instead throw into the ocean
And watch it sink to the bottom
Letting out everything that was inside
And burdening the waters instead
But rather than having that easy way out
The box will one day be so overfilled
It will explode with all of your emotions
And the world won’t know how to react
The world will hide from you
Unless you find a way to use those emotions and pain
And put them into something else
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