Trapped in a box without windows
Can barely acknowledge if the wind blows
Each day grows more painful than the last
As you rehash each minute of your torturous past
Is there any happiness left to be had?
Or will the rest of your days be equally as sad?
Does anyone care?
When I need them, no one is there
They grow bored with the sorrow
Don’t want it to be part of their tomorrow
So who do you have left to confide in?
Or do you continue with the oh so fake grin?
People do love you, this is true
But they are at a loss on how to fix you
Maybe their lives would be easier and less complicated
If you were to fly away or perhaps even be cremated
Maybe your presence is really no longer needed
Perhaps they’re not happy with the way they’ve been treated.
What good are you to anyone anymore?
You’re just a body thats been ripped and tore
So just crawl deep into your box
And forget the combination to the locks
“The roots of morality are to be found in empathy”………..Martin L. Hoffman, PH.D