“You ever wonder what it felt like being trapped in a box? A box shut tight, without any holes punched inside the box. You can’t breath and you start to scream wondering if anybody can hear you. Your heart starts beating fast and everything you ever stood for starts to fly around you, almost as if its saying goodbye and wishing you luck. You realize that what you imagined was just that—and imagination. There was never any reality to begin with, and if there was, then you missed your opportunity.
You ever felt like you didn’t have a reason to live? I mean—really live! Have you ever woken up one day and said. “Fuck this life shit.” Me—yeah it happens all the time. This life shit ain’t for me. Sometimes I feel like I need to go ahead and save myself the heartache and stress. Dying would make it all go away. Everything I touch, I fuck it up. I’ma fuck up. That’s the only thing I’m good at.
That box—well that’s my hiding place. Inside my box, I don’t have to worry about no body judging me. I can truly be Me and not Nobody’s shadow.
This life shit dead.
I can be me.
Sometimes I gotta ask myself is there even a god. If there is, then where is he? No man on earth should ever have to go through this much heartache
I gave everything I had but I guess that wasn’t enough. I swear I tried my best but I guess that wasn’t enough either huh?
I guess this shit is real.
I gotta wake up from the bad ass dream and realize that I gotta find love somewhere else. Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Maybe I’m destined to die lonely and bitter.
This life shit is dead.
My heart beats loud but I guess I’m the only one that hear it.
My hearts huge as shit but I guess I’m the only one that sees it.
My smile speaks a thousand words by itself but I guess I’m the only one who feels it.
You know what—I’m done wit’ this shit.
I guess I’ll be the only …”