The Lockbox

Frantically, I run around my room
Picking up the pieces...
'FUCK! Not again!'
As streams of tears run down my face.
So I've gathered a few pieces
Minus the ones I gave
and the ones you stole.
Finding my old lockbox
I blow the dust from its top.
With a sigh
'It's that time again.'
I pop the lock.
Placing my pieces inside
I continue to cry.
With all my strength
And stone-faced
'Never again.'
And shut the box.
Turning the key until I hear a click.
One...more...tear.
I don't like where this is going.
Ensuring it to never leave the box,
I hide the key...
Even from myself...