when will this stop (01-08)

There it is again
strining me a thousand times
to check if I'm still breathing
it comes and goes like winter days
but hurts for so much longer
its like a wound unhealed

There it is again
tearing me apart once more
one last rip and my heat is gone
and when the pain has ceased for me
the saddnes starts to set in
no matter how hard I try its there

There is is again
the pain I take no more
no smiles or charms to welcome me
just saddne faces with upturn noses
my shoulder bear a burden
that I can no longer take
so once last time I say to you

There it is again...