The Box

After waking up from a slight coma,
noticing I was in a room with 6 close floors,
also, with absolutely no light,
I was in a box.

I cried for help,
to release me at once,
but no came,
I was there to die.

I tried to bang on the walls,
but nothing came out,
no holes,
nor lights,
what have I done to deserve it.

At first, I noticed I was all alone,
no one to help,
comfort,
not even ease my pain.

Then I noticed I had air,
but would only die of starvation,
they were not only wanted to torture me,
they wanted to see how I died.

My sanity was soon unbearable,
I thought I heard noises,
but I was only there.

I swore that I could feel little spiders crawling up my arm,
with roaches
and ants too,
but when I brushed them of,
the feeling continued,
until I feel asleep.

I wish I could kill myself,
but my body is so big in this box of darkness,
no one there,
but you... and yourself...

I started to think who I was,
I never knew,
nor how my life was,
since my days are in this box.

To die alone is one thing,
its another not to know who you are,
so now I stay,
all bunched up in this box,
until my days...are done...