Circiling

In my mind my brain is circiling being repressed from an imaginary figment called love. In my mind circiling around lies two simple words I'm Depressed. In my mind circling anger and fear sometimes i ask Why am I here? In my mind circiling sad and sorrow Will this gun and splatter affect tomorrow? Circling in a life so brave who shall i bother in my grave? Circling i feel the curse and suddenly my life is in reverse. Circiling i suddenly fall in shame yet then i ask Who's to blame. Is it me is it my fault why am i circiling?