Trapped in a box
Not out of the ordinary
Surrounded by luxuries
How can this be?
These things, they mean nothing
Nothing to me

He meant the most
I have nothing to do

Trapped in a box
I feel anger
Not mine
The tension is silent
As sad as my heart
But he won’t turn around
I have nothing to do

Trapped in a box
It hurts
Passion’s gone
But I can’t regret it
They deserved what they got
It all started out
With an innocent kiss
And the thought in my mind
I have nothing to do

i havent written much in a while nd im thinking of entering it in a contest. some feedback would be great

i like it, but is there a title to it?

its beautiful.

but gosh it gives me the willies. the thought of this happening to me makes me wanna shank myself.