I am torturing myself <br />Locking up myself <br />To a seclusion of frailty <br />Of my own weakness; <br />Of my own grief. <br /> I have gone <br /> Not knowing when to return <br /> If I should return <br /> Not knowing what’s ahead of me <br /> Not caring <br />I have crossed the boundaries <br />Of my own feelings <br />And I detest what I have done. <br /> What’s left of me <br /> Is your shadow <br /> Creeping my every move <br /> My every breath <br /> Stands for you <br /> And I have to go further <br /> Further <br /> Until your image fades <br /> But my thoughts <br /> I can’t compete <br />I have to destroy myself, <br />Before it destroys me.<br /><br />Velvet Astraea Dido<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boxed-up/
