My Box

Memories are flooding my mind But no answers can i find Haunting, painful, too much to bear I need to put them somewhere. Childhood, funny, mischievous, sweet They are ones I’d like to keep, but, so many haunt my dreams hurt more and more it seems. Things I did or should have done Battles lost I could have won It’s too much for me to cope At this minute, where is hope? So in a box I try to place Ease the pain I cannot face. But no matter how I try Memories, they just won’t die. Hide them, in a box, close the lid Who the hell am I trying to kid? Too many, they cut me to the quick Leave, me empty, distraught, sick. Years and years of torment, regret Won’t let my mind and body forget Cry out,’ let me be’ but still, they haunt me Friends, family, don’t know My minds torment, so... What to do, it’s simple it seems In a box I’ll go with my dreams Shut the lid, close the door Lock it tight, for... No one else to ever find Nothing will I leave behind...