A box of broken promises

The choice I make now,
is the choice I live by,
there is no room for error,
no room for lies,

To each their own troubles,
the darkness they face,
for there's too much to lose,
in this circular race,

the highs and the lows,
they come and they go,
leaving only empty hearts,
that heal very slow,

the games that are played,
are not worth the goal,
memories that will not fade,
eventually take its toll,

laughter and beaches,
sunlight and waves,
all become memories,
of distant days,

promises were broken,
things left unsaid,
contemplations all night,
as i lay in my bed,

as suddenly as it came,
so it will all go,
taking along with it,
my heart and my soul,

and all that had been,
is stored all in a box,
placed deep down in storage,
and finished off with a lock.