Box

I tripped and fell over my little box of pain...
My dreams are scrapped by my rusty chain...
I seethe between my tears and wonder why...
As I gaze up into the nervous sky...
My little box is tarnished, jagged, and torn...
It has become my pillow; my crown of thorns...
I feel sorry for myself in the cruelest of ways...
I am lost in this endless, cancerous maze...