Boxed in and needing help

I loved you with everything I had.

I gave you everything, and anything you had wanted.

Why?

What did I do to deserve this cage?

I'm in a box now.

Stuck inside looking out at you as you go about your business.

I can see you, reach through the cracks to brush against you,

But I can't actually touch you.

I'm boxed in.

But you know what? That's okay.

I'm okay, I think anyway.

Does crying at night for you count as okay?

My feelings start to crumble, and to make sure they don't die I put them in a box.

I box them in.

You are happy now, smiling everyday like it was normal.

I guess it's okay.....

I'm okay....

Someone help me.