Little black box

the darkness that hides my heart,

it hardens the sides,

has no tears left to provide.

I used to being stepped on, and rolled on,

so many broken wounds,

no crying to left for drying.

All alone with four corners closed,

dont no how to be exposed, 

All I have is opened sores,

against all fours.

no room to heal,

this has to be unreal.

This could be my last hour,

for I’ve try-ed to gain some power,

I’m just a long lost flower

I feel so unspoken,

but more less of unbroken.

I’m so stuck in this box,

its so cold,

that I’m turning blue,

i wish i knew just what to do.