the box

my will is slowly fading.
im looking for a purpose.
in this box of white lies.
love is insane.
the image of her,
haunts me everyday.
what if? what if?
i never did this,
i never did that.
answers lost,
in that infernal box.
sitting there,
mocking my mistakes!

i wake up to its sight.
ugly, heartless, nerve racking!
i want to smash it!
burn it! destroy it!
but that wouldnt cure my sorrow.
that box holds my heart.
everytime that top lifts,
and i look into the blur.
my sight is flooded with despair.
i shut it, and i lose control!
then i regain consciencnous
with open sores, and that eyesore.
always waiting, waiting.