The Blind Box

I’m trapped in a cold, blind box,
Four square-walls without an exit,
I bang my head trying to escape,
It’s hard to touch the Sun without sweating,
I need warmth, but I’m scared of burning.

I wear scars, all over my heart,
I’ve been brutally cracked, I’ve been split,
I want to be found, desperately,
But I’m scared to my bones, because I know
It’s harder to find love without hurting.

I’m tired of this trap,
I feel so brittle
That I shake on vibrations of my own heartbeats,
I know what I want,
Yet I’m skeptical to my very needs,

Ablaze, I long for resuscitation,
The repercussion of being broken is unbearable.
I wish I could jump through this hell,
Break through its deadly spell,
But I’m trapped… yeah, I know
Only dreams can set me free.

I’m scared to be loved again,
Yet that is exactly what I want.

Written by NEKNEERAJ and Kate Kobryn

- Kate Kobryn
– Kate Kobryn

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