The Box

I feel like I'm trying to get out of this box,
But I can't break all of the locks.
Half the time its so deep,
But ill get through it its just a matter of time.
But sometimes it hurts so deep,
So bad it robs me of sleep.
I really don't think that I am depressed,
Sometimes the button goes off and I just cry.
But I know I'm back to my wicked way,
And remember they. Are just a waste of my days.
I try to write and write,
But I still feel like I'm trapped in tis box
With no way to break these locks.