The Box

I softly thump against the surface of these comfy walls,

I scream and shout my lungs out only never to be heard.

But I'm happy in this warm cosy space,

I call it my own and I need no one else.

Thoughts of companionship pass through my mind,

I need someone to complete this line.

She's never to be seen inside my perfect box,

For ventured out, I have not.

I have never left these walls so familiar,

To enter into the new.

I'm lost to the dreary routine that fills my entire day.

Enough is enough, I step outside,

She's standing there and waves at me.

She slowly walks towards me with a smile as bright as a thousand suns.

I never thought it could be so nice outside my box.

She stabs me in the heart over and over again,

I retreat to my humble abode near death.

But my box heals my wounds and picks me up.

Never shall I venture out again.