sunshineley

A shadow steps away. It's a running theme, I'm always left behind. The people get over me, move on with their lives. something changes something progresses something moves But then here I am, still stuck in the same spot. I asked for help, I begged to change. I can't do it alone, I don't know how. But then they leave. I feel trapped in a box. Why? Says the voice in my box with me. I am lonely, yet have family I am aimless, yet have opportunity I am depressed, yet without reason I am exhausted, yet I do not act My chemicals seem to rule me, keeping me shut in my box. Yet another shadow steps away. Giving up. The landscape of my mind is like an old attic. they leave me well-meaning words of sorry hanging lightly in the air or perhaps nothing at all Dust settles on the floor. I am packed in a box people left behind. Same as before. No breath, no change. I cannot escape. there's an amount of comfort from the idea that they'll forget about me the emptiness in my