"Trapped in a steel Box,
Feeling like my time is running out when I look up at the Clocks,
Can clearly hear the ringing of the devil's dinner Bell,
As he wants me all to himself as I give off that ripe Smell,
Of vulnerability and isolation as I'm out in the open all Alone,
The hurt will never end like if I was receiving stone after Stone,
Thrown and targeted towards my body and getting hit over and Over,
Luck is not on my side as I'm so far away from having that four leaf Clover,
In my hands because if I had it, none of this traumatizing pain would be Occuring,
To me as I can feel the scorching heat of the pot as it's Stirring,
Having a depressed mind plus on top of being locked in can definitely have you feeling Weak,
Like me as this is continuing on, I can see my future looking so Bleak,
Trying my honest best to see the good in all of This,
But no matter how hard I try, I end up being on the opposite side of Bliss,
Even with all that is going on, I keep trying to tell myself that I'll get through this and there will be greater Views,
And hoping that I shake this gigantic amount of weight off of me and stay calm and not blow my Fuse ..."
©jamaree
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