A vicious cycle..

A feeling of pain i can not explain..
It returns when memories resurface..
New circumstance brings them up and adds to my buried sorrow..
I thought I would be able to forget and look foward to the future tomorrow..
But i was wrong..

I feel as though being me is somehow wrong..
Like being the person I am is somehow a horrible thing..
Every time I begin to like myself..
A reason to hate myself comes up..
A vicious cycle..
It seems so unbreakable..
So i hide away..
Just to make it by another day...