Sometimes I have to ask myself hard questions. 
I almost never have an answer. 
I delve into the depths of my mind looking for clues, and always resurface with memories. 
Memories I'd rather forget. 
Memories that make me worry. 
Memories that never should have happened. 
Memories that make me cry. 
Once I remember one, I can't stop. They keep on coming until there's nothing left of me
But a puddle of memories on the floor of a darkened room. 
Sometimes all I wish for is to choose what memories to keep, and which should be buried away in my brain where even I can't find them. 
Sometimes that feels impossible. 
But I'll just have to keep trying, for there's nothing to do but carry on, 
Put on your hat, 
Drag your feet through the slushy snow
And face the day.