Why do we tend to always remember the things we try hard to forget?
While we carefully try to live a life of no regrets...
Sometimes the very thing from which we run, is what becomes our saving grace,
But it's hard to see it face to face...
Just to erase the parts that you don't wish to recall,
So that depression won't be your portion after all...
If with the mind, bad things and people we could make disappear,
None of us would live a life of fear...
But things have a way of coming right back,
And it's when it's least expected that it attacks...
When you thought it was gone, it was only suppressed,
Then it shows up at dinner as an uninvited guest...
You try very hard to put it back in the box,
But there's not much one can do with broken locks.
So now you remember and it brings lots of pain,
And you promised yourself not to cry over this memory again...
You try to send it back from whence it came,
But only if you remember, your life will never be the same.