|Closing Schrodinger’s Box
Author: Whisper on the Lips PM
Depression has a way of locking me inside myself, trapping me, and keeping me alone... but then I found you...Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Words: 146 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2897457
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Closing Schrodinger's Box
I live trapped in a box, locked.
With a mechanism balanced inside
Keeping me teetering between
Breathing my last and staying alive.
Day to day, it could easily change
A little contamination is all it'd take
To shift the fragile balance one way
And then I would simply break.
As long as I keep myself boxed-
Continue to remain unobserved -
The storm brewing is stronger
My madness won't be heard.
But you shift the situation
You take me out of there,
Inch by inch, pendulum shifts
And I begin to breathe fresh air
The mechanism is faltering
All because when I start to fall
You stop without hesitation
To answer my phone call
I live by the beat of my heart
And it's never been this fast
This loud or this strong since
You helped me face my past