These harsh circles we walk in seem to never end. Broken we carry ourselves, this hurt we constantly try to mend. Why does this love cause pain? We’ve lost all the hope we tried to gain.
Head viscously spinning for all. We should be grinning; tears shouldn’t fall. Sickening realisations leave us torn. None have died, yet coldly we mourn.
Harsh circles never end. There is no mend.