The story repeats itself And it goes in circles So repetitive and repulsive It dug an abyss And it's time to be buried in it An existence so repetitive There is no reason to even try It is not worth it The outcome is forever being humiliated So shameful that everything becomes numb Ravaged, eaten and rotten from the inside Dried and tired from being something A void dwells in me Reflections keep repeats forever, and every time they are more uglier, every time they are more foul And every time the blame points at me Not all stories end with happiness Not all stories are a work of art Minds beginning to recognize that The Flesh begins to understand and process To say… That enough is enough! Enough is enough! No need to keep suffering Or to dwell in sorrow and shame Enough is enough!