Repeated

Standing there thinking, wondering if there is a difference from the time before. Or just crawling through the same open door. Time and space always seem to repeat. A history to soon meet. Slowly sliding into the same tattered path. Starting to feel that overwhelming wrath. Some days wishing that the next breath is the last. Tired of the same old story with a different supporting cast. Passion and love is just an illusion for the hopeless that dream on a different level. Searching for a heart that the struggles of everyday life cannot bevel. Actions do not always speak louder than the words that are spoken. These words can hurt worse than any bone that has ever been broken. Yearning just to be needed. Removing these emotions that are so deeply seeded. Is this past simply being repeated.