Walking In Circles

Why do I try,
What's the point,
It's all a lie,
Life is out of joint.

There once were dreams,
Inside my head,
Now it seems,
That they're all gone and dead.

I thought I found my smile,
A reason to each morning awaken,
Life is a sinister trial,
My spirit has been shaken.

I give a little,
I give a lot,
My heart is now far too brittle,
My soul feels dead on this very spot.

I walked to the park,
Late last night,
I paced circles in the dark,
Noone else in sight.

I wondered the reason,
For all the pain,
Felt like self-treason,
As I stood there in the rain.

Soaked by each drop,
I was drenched and shivering,
Why won't the hurt stop,
Why can't I cease the quivering.

Why do I try,
What's the point?

I never get anywhere,
I'm just walking in circles!