Free Poem by Anastasija Bobileva

I'm traped in a box with no intension to survive,
Praying...asking God why am I still alive? !
I go to sleep each night knowing everything is a lie,
Knowing that...is enough for me to breakdown and cry.

Slowly but surely I'm loosing my mind...and my heart
And my soul is falling appart.
I can't help myself no matter how hard I try,
I need to find a way, the clock is winding down to the day I die.

It's like the devil has controll over me, at least that's how it seems,
He usually gets me like Freddy Krueger...
When I'm asleep in my dreams.

There was times where I felt, I was on the worlds hit list,
So depressed my face looking like death ready to slit my wrists.

Now you know who I used to be,
And how I became the new me.
When I was trapped in a box....
But now I'm free! !