Back to the beginning.

Starting over and over again is most tiering. Every single time you make a bit of progress, Something or even someone is bringing you back from where you started. Those memories you have, It seems you cannot escape from them Not even after your death nor inside your grave. Make you seem strong from the outside, but actually you are weak and fragile on the inside. Weak as a broken bone of an alcoholic man. Fragile as a dandelion stepped on by a child. Weak on the outside and fragile on the inside. Feeling like you are crawling out of a deep hole, And right at the top when you're about to get out of it You are being dragged by your leg back at the bottom of it And each time the hole seems deeper than what you remembered... It sucks, doesn't it? Dropping back into that hole as if you're about to be buried into your grave. At this point, you might just dig your own grave and just hop in. No one will notice anything. Just like how no one notices you struggling outside the hole.