Boxes of Life and My Dear Friend

Every opened door welcome new realities Every opened mind welcome new possibilities Every opened heart welcome new feelings Even hurt Everyday we are facing a brand new chapter Of our stories that yet we have to discover "The strong ones will remain" they said What about me? Us? This boxes in reality is so unfair Closing any possibilities Blocking every new way to feel Besides hurt I'm simply outnumbered by "the strong ones" Does that mean that I am weak? Does that mean that I am less worthy? That is a fucked up statement that Messes with my every being You have no idea how is it feel like When you are suddenly just paralyzed With raging heart, Every hard breath feels like the last one You are going to inhale and then One last exhale Your mind is all over the place But your body can't get you anywhere besides Brings you deeper in your own paranoia But we live anyway, aren't we? Maybe someday I will find my own box...