I made myself a box, Somewhere to put things likeUnwanted memories and painful thoughts.Memories of tears and betrayal,Thoughts of "what if's" and "maybe's".I fought so hard to capture them all,It took so much time and effort.They were slippery and didn't want to be caught,They escaped easily from my fingersAnd rejoined the thick, black fog that was my mind.Somehow though I managed, It took months but I did it.The box lay...