Again

Again, here I am. Lying in my bed, with tears dripping down my face With no shoulder to cry on Nor a single hand to reach out to for help. “Again? Another sorrow day?" She said, "Yes, indeed again." I replied. But sadly, again it has gotten far worse. Again, they replace you, Again, you choose to forgive.. And they do it again, Again, again, and again. As far as you can remember, you have always forgiven, but never forgotten. Again, life is a never ending circle of hell with no escape. But you pray that it won’t happen anymore.. Again.