Why some people live in boxes

A steel box
to keep other peoples feelings out
locking myself away from the world
a cruel sick world
 
a world filled with sadness and hate
a world destined to fail
on all levels
hope has died here
 
a steel box
I am confined and content with
I leave only to forage for food
only green food, only food that grows
the meat is tainted
 
if I venture out for to long
I might not return  
consumed with the vibration that is the life that is left
I only have a short time before the vibration weakens me
 
I can feel the tragedy in the trees
the sadness in the sun
the depletion of the earth
and the madness in the animals
 
the human feelings are much more intense
its a combination of everything at once
like an invisible tidal wave that tracks me down
I often wonder if there are others like me
 
If their are, i pity them
 
 
It started one day, out of the blue
my head started to hurt  
my eyes watered
and then it hit me
 
everything hit me
hard
i could hear and feel all things at once
if the boy down the street fell i could feel his pain
intensely
 
and it got worse from there
the vibration got stronger
and eventually unbearable
then the world shook and everything changed
 
people died animals died
lakes and oceans ceased moving  
bees stopped buzzing
no birds chirped
 
their were survivors
I am one of them
I know their are more  
because i feel them
 
I knew it was coming
I felt it  
I tried warning everyone  
no one listened
 
I don't blame them
the sky was literally falling
and people were dieing everywhere you looked
so I just ran
 
I ran until i couldn't anymore
I ran to the railroad graveyard
my instinct brought me here
and I have been here ever since
 
I do not keep track of the days
it is pointless  
time really does not matter anymore
nothing really matters
 
I can sense the others out there
but I pray they do not sense me
beauty and kindness died the day the world shook
only hate and ugliness left