I am in this box My world this box And I'm clawing and scratching my way out But I get nowhere My world lies in this box A dark dim world The sun shines on the outside But the walls of the box are so dirty No light comes in I want out but all I can see is the knife shing on the table I want, want so bad to get out but I can't bring myself to grasp the crooked handle of the knife So I claw and I scratch Trying to let the light in But the dark days are conquering my mind And someday I'll bring myself to grasp the crooked handle of th knife on the table, And maybe I'll cut
Reason for writing:
Because it descibes how I feel sometimes when I'm down..
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