i am stuck in a glass box. No I'm not a mime and no I'm not Houdini Though my legs are tied with chains I cannot seem to find the key to Pulling me down behind metal doors and locks snapped shut By my own doing, I am my own victim The walls I’ve built above myself are now a sarcophagus I find comfort in My grave dug deeper than the 6 feet recommendation, The breathing space I have seems only to fill with water The more I push away the help I crave, The more I doubt I will get it. With grave robbers visiting my tomb often I am now use to the feeling of losing parts of myself I will not see again Always being told from a young age to not give my whole heart away But never fully listening The iron gates I’ve built around myself , impenetrable to those wanting to see in. After the numerous moments I’ve wished id kept them shut For those only wanting to take, only give more reason to keep them locked.
I can feel my heart throbbing right now It’s damaged, but none the less optimistic But that’s the problem, my heart sees the best in everything and everyone And in result, gets hurt My heart is trying it’s best to piece itself back together and bandadge all its wounds But this time it’s a little diffrent This time it’s having trouble fitting every piece into the right spot Like a puzzle piece where it does not belong I can feel my heart throbbing right now It is sitting in my rib cage in a state of blank confusion “ Why can’t i fix myself this time ?” “ Why does it hurt so bad?” “ What do i do now ?” My heart asked They say there is no wound time cannot heal That things can only go up from here now that i have hit rock bottom But this time, my heart has no motivation left It is tired of the same disappointing routine of building itself back up just to break again So instead, my heart decided to put up walls Walls that would guarantee no one could be let in Because when you depend your happiness on someone else They have complete control of your emotions Do not give someone that kind of power like I did I can feel my heart throbbing right now
What I don’t know, is how to unconditionally love, For a fear that it will never be returned What I don’t know, is how to really move on When my heart has been broken again
I don’t know how to stay strong for someone, When I can’t stay strong for me I don’t know how to kiss and hug Because I’ve never gotten the same thing
I don’t know how to love someone, because I still don’t love me And I can’t always accept people’s flaws Because I still don’t accept me
I can talk and I can write, but it can never be described The feeling of love that is always left behind I can crush, I can adore, but I can never repair The hurt in my eyes after a broken stare
And the years go by, and my soul turns old A true love story, is a story not being told And I grow out of people, like I grow out of clothes And I change the names of the ones I held close
Because, you see with me it’s like a game And I can tell you a million stories of boys that left and came There’s no one waiting for me, so at the end of the day I pack up my broken pieces, and I make my separate way
it's so hard for me to open up, but once i do, i can't stop, and people don't mind to step all over me, so i build yet another wall around me, and opening up becomes a mission not even Tom Cruise can make possible.