That little pink box underneath my bed.

In that pink little box underneath my bed is there no hope. I thought I would forget but how could I not. In that pink little box’s there is trauma from the pain that made me screech and made me hide under my sheets. It’s calling out for me.. just this one time and you will feel fine, please just one line and you will be fine. A few lines turns into a few more lines and more lies. In that little box there is no hope to spare, who the hell even care to make me stop making these few lines. I smile as this lines turn dark red. I smile as my tears starts to shed. In that pink box there was no time to spare just a few little lines that will help me spare the guilt of the loss of second of July that day- Bella