This has proven to be most damaging.
Its here once again. Self inflicted pain.
You always get in things that harm you.

This really shouldn't happen. Its all over again. What will I do with myself.

These gaping wounds, self-inflicted,
serve not as scarlet warnings
but fond, rosy reminders...
bittersweet memories of brushes with you.
And a crimson hope
that the next will be less painful

My life just runs in circles. There's no escaping fate.