Lock Them Up

The why and the what, they just don't matter anymore the hurt from all the memories of what happened before I refuse to let them out as I close and lock the door even as I turn the latch I realize I'm still unsure Unsure if I can do it, lock them away and just forget I'll be back at this door in due time, I'd say that's a safe bet because whats to stop a visit with no boundaries set and I will feel the same old shame mixed with new regret Now I can hear them knocking and clawing all the time sometimes the pounding gets so loud it interrupts my rhymes so I just keep repeating, "you'll be fine, you'll be fine" as long as I do not journey past this little thin red line Although they'll always haunt me I miss some of my memory because when you lock away the bad there is some good that you don't see like the times when an 'I' and a 'you' were also known as we or the times when you were young, you knew exactly who you'd be They sneak right through, right before the door is shut disappeared quickly like they were just highlighted and cut but I cannot bring any of them back, it seems no matter what I would paste them to a new page but it stays empty as my gut I go through this everyday in a million different types of ways I'm battling these blacks and grays all the while I don't realize, I'm the one that's locked away