Trapped- In a thick glass box

[shroomco877]

I sit here-
Emotionless.
Wondering what to do
About my growing obsession
And how to save me and you.
You know what I mean-
Like how we used to be
Back when we were us.
When we used to smile-
And laugh-
And say that nothing
Could possibly destroy our trust.
But I-
I am so different now.
Imprisoned in my thick glass box.
Emotionless and empty am I.
Every ounce of my hope is lost.
And I watch you-
From inside my box...
I reach out for you-
But my hands only run into
That thick glass.
Caged.
My thoughts drift back to a time-
A time when life was meaningful
As long as I had you
And I wasn't caged
In this thick glass box.
A time when the word addiction
meant nothing...
Except cigaretts and an empty stomach.
I long to reach back-
In time.
And to feel emotional and carefree.
Im afraid now-
Trapped in this prison-
Empty,
Emotionless,
Consumed...
Lost- in this thick glass box
Alone.
[ 11 September 2002: Message edited by: shroomco877 ]

 

[cherub]

worry about saving you, not the anyone else, you are important. I can so relate to the glass box, when you are ready you will have the key

 

[SuperPoopey]

i thought that was awesome. i can totally relate