Analysis of OPEN THE BOX

Here I am in a square box; I am so scared  I am looking for a way out. All I can do is walk about. Why can't someone come and save me? I no longer want to be here. I see people laughing and playing Mama. Why cannot they be there? I want you to be with me; if you come down in the box, I know you wouldn't mean to, but you might take up all the steal air that I find myself trying so hard to breathe.

Open up this damn box! He says let us have some patience. How can you have patience when you no longer have a mind? Open up this fucking box. Do not tell me you can not open it, for it has no locks; I want the hell out of this box; I want to walk to my sweet love and talk. I would do what I have to just to be alive again.

I will do anything to remove the pain of those who knew me. If you will not open the box for me, then please will you open it for them so that they can see me whole again? I want to be in my warm bed and live in my home again, not this dirt-covered field.

In this life I have now, I see people that I knew from a long time ago, but the people that I left behind, oh, what  I would not do to see them one more time so I  can in this afterlife carry a picture of them in my newfound mind. Open the box! Open the box! It is such a scary feeling when you see family and friends, especially your parents and grandparents putting flowers and teddy bears on your new home, a square wooden box. Your death, not even yourself comprehends,

I am now walking around heaven 24/7 on Earth. I so desperately want to be. I like a grieving mother of mine to have a rebirth. I want a new start. I hate seeing my beautiful mother with a broken heart.

Open the box; I want to breathe something fresh like air, voices I want to hear, people I want to see, whole I want to be. I want to get married and raise a family. God let me awake from this slumber so I could run to my mother like I did when I was a child hell, I know now that I should not have been racing. I am only 19. Open the box so my mother can hold her baby boy again, and my little brother can return his best friend. Please, God, I hate to beg but open the box!