"It was a terrible thing to see her dying,
It was a terrible thing,
It was a terrible thing to see her dying inside,
To see her dying,
Won't you come out,
And play the games we played,
Won't you speak out,
And say the things you'd say,

The lady loved her gold,
The lady lost her soul ,

It was a terrible thing,
It was a terrible thing to see her dying,
It was a terrible thing,
It was a terrible thing to see her dying inside,
To see her dying,
Do you remember the things we used to do?
Do you remember the way it was for you?

The lady loved her gold,
The lady lost her soul ,

It was a terrible thing,
It was a terrible thing to see her dying,
It was a terrible thing,
It was a terrible thing to see her dying inside,
To see her die."

– Cranberries

If I could've seen me then, I would've said the same thing.

But I saw myself from the inside,

Through the Kaleidoscope that is now my head.

And little did they know,

I had no plans to be dying just yet.

That would come later.

They say there is always light at the end of a tunnel.

But a tunnel suggests you can leave the way you came in.

But I can't leave the way I came.

I may never leave at all.

So what do you call a tunnel with both ends blocked off and a hollow middle?

Simple. A box.

So essentially, I am trapped in a box with seemingly no escape.

Boxes are meant to be opened.