Tired of crying
Tired of wishing that things would change
Cuz I know that deep down inside that they will just remain the same Wishing I can rewind the hands of time back to better days but haunted by all these memories that will never fade away some good some bad ,ones that I want to put in a Box and bury so that the horrors and pain will never see the light of day. All the pain and heart ache I wish were like toys and once i was done with them I could put them away.in the back of my mind I hear voices saying it should not be this way stop think they is always another way .u just to find it and pray for better days and hope the demons find a way to lay and never come around to react this play .
Memories unlike toys can't be erased. Your poem explores that possibility. It certainly be helpful to pick and choose which ones were useful and just keep them. No wonder the haunting ones make you tired. You may want to amend your typo from 'tried' to 'tired'
All the best.