Why does this always happen?

And history repeats itself....

The heavy weight in your chest.
The what ifs.
The sadness.
The prevention of it before it starts.
The good bye.
The missing of a person.
The longing.
The shame of losing.
The tears.
The heartache.
The becoming lost.
The killing.
The forcing of not missing.
The lying to self.
The forgetting.
The emptying.

The starting...

I did this for You so, please, help my heart.