Boxes and shambles
The sheltered life
diseases infesting
creating a hype
it never matters
where it counts
always left open very little amount.
the way he looks
the way he stares
When the creases are taped shut with glue
where's the end
waht to do?
I wish I had a box cutter
to release me
maybe then
I'd be interesting
4 a change
but is change always the answer
is running my ultimate cancer?
Fucking bed
with the broken bars
Is it happening again?
Is this just the way I am?