empty

cold

dead

empty boxes everywhere, cold rooms

each with a dead body

people who lived know

you’re sent to one of these dark boxes

a box with no-one

no things

empty

those who lived

yes

they had people who thought pills and talk could solve everything

this girl has a lot of time to think, doesn’t she?

she thinks, if you lose every friend you ever had, 

then you would need your friends

wouldn’t you?

she doesn’t think

pills

and talk with empty friendship

would fix a life starved

of having someone to comfort you

to give you any self confidence to speak of 

to help you out of the boxes

cold

dead

boxes

this box, the consumer of everything in your life, that poisonous gas that grows 

inside that holds you and life in

but someone or something got them out of there 

is how they survived