I sit alone.
In the back of my closet.
Regrets flowing through my mind.
As I bang my head against the wall.
A small box with a lock falls into my lap.
I sit and stare at the box for what felt like hours.
Then finally my hand floats to the key that is safly placed around mt neck.
I slowly push the key into the lock and turn it.
The top flys open and out flows memories.
Memories that I hid away for many many years.
Some of my first basball game with my father.
Some of when I decided to give my hair a little trim.
But the one that brought the most emotios was the locket.
The locket hidden beneath the pictures.
The locket hidden beneath all the good memories.
The locket my father had left me.
The locket that is filled with sarrows and tears.
The locket I received the day he left.
In one swift movement I pick up the locket and I throw it.
It flew out the window and I watched it fall.
Down down down.
I feel relieved because I will never fell that pain ever again.
All the tears, all the pain, all the memories are gone.
