The Box and the Key

Locking my feelings
in a box,
now where did I
put that darn key?
Into the ocean,
it fell from my hands.
Not a tear has left me,
nothing has feeling in
it anymore.
The blood cries from
these cuts,
my face never changes,
but my eyes plead
for someone to find it.
He can't figure out
what's wrong.
What has changed?
Oh, that curs-ed box,
still locked away,
at the back of my mind.

**Dedicated to the dad who put that box
in my mind, making me lock away every
emotion that I've ever felt.
Thanks dad.
Yea, I hate you too!!!!