In a Box...

In the midst of all my time
Locked in a box of sorrow, and hatred.
It was there that I, spent most of
My most cherishing moments.
From when I felt the lest bit happiness
When I brought the blade to my wrist.
From when I was slumped over the toilet,
Purging that night's dinner.
It is not what you would consider
Memorable; no, it's far from it.
But it's when my mind is in a daze.
Struck by the thought of blood dripping
Down my arm, and the thought of being skinny.
I could have been happy; could have been 'okay'
But you toke that away, with your erasable words.