A box of good riddance

Dreams, crashing all around me like glass.
Hope, like demolished building.
Hatred, like the flying pieces of rock.
Rage, dancing to the beating drum.
All of what I once held dear,
now I simply just can’t bear.
In that box, I bury it all,
what I have no use for anymore.
And in that box, a place for you,
all the rage and hatred, that you brought too.
I must say, that it went great, when it was good.
but just like chocolate,
It eventually expired too.
From supremely sweet, to sickly sour.