glass box 2

here I am again trapped in my glass box, but this time when I was put back in it, there were pills on one side, and a blade on the other...I looked at both as the painful memories started to roll in, but what was sick was, how they both were a temptation...the first sleeping pills...hoping to feel them in my mouth as I swallow down my death of not waking up ever again...of hoping to be in another world where I wont be trapped anymore in this prison...that my masters make me call home, the home where people cant hear or see me, where they just treat me like I never even existed...next up the blade...hoping to not feel pain run through my veins anymore, when I open them back up with a cut so deep that my body will remember what it like to breathe again and once all the breathing runs out of my body, I say that I will be in peace and that I will not have to be worried about being in that glass box ever again...but wait what am I thinking! I have two opportunities right in front of me, the opportunities for freedom of this prison... but then I look at myself in the reflection of this box, and my reflection says...don't let your inner demons take control of the drugs of death that you already quit...you need to fight your way out, your way out to freedom of the darkness that surrounds this box that your in...and once your finished you'll finally be home and at peace, I back away looking down at the drugs of death that surround me and I sit in the corner of the glass box and wait for my freedom out.