I see you.

You're a locked box

with jagged spiky insides

And I'm trapped inside 

with my eyes shut, fists clenched, breath held

Praying for a respite, 

To lie down, breathe in and open my eyes.

You surround me in the childhood lanes of nostalgia,

I am shackled to the bed 

And down, I'm held, by all the weight 

in the world. You're all 

the days when I beg 

For the pain, for the tears, 

for the crippling despair. 

But all I get is endless nothingness that is me. 

All I am is nothing.Until I am not.