My Little Box

I'm stuck in a box I call my room,
The walls are closing in.
All the time spent in this tomb,
Finding it hard to grin.

The temperature rises as the sun shines through,
but it's still dark inside.
Within my mind, my feelings stew,
And I know my soul has died.

My blanket is an invisible coat,
That protects me from this world.
Hiding from the words I wrote,
Which hurt my precious girl.

We are better friends than enemies,
But an enemy is how I feel.
I hope you know what you mean to me,
I just have to learn to deal.

I maybe better in a couple of months,
A week or even a day.
I'll try to smoothen out these bumps,
But I know I'll find a way.

Don't doubt yourself when you stand your ground,
It's what we need right now.
Just know I love you and I'll be around,
And that I'm here for you as well.

I'm proud of you and how far you've come,
I look up to you as a friend.
I'm not proud of what I've done
But we'll work things out in the end.