i wish i was in the snow.

i don’t want to be here.

i want to go home.

and be.

in my own cave.

but im not allowed.

and if i did,

nothing would ever change,

and ive failed

and been beaten.

so I have to go now,

to pick another box,

to be put it in

and held captive.

it would be so much kinder

for god to just take me.

i choose that box.