Things unsaid ((vicious cycles))

Little words of hatred,
phrases of pain and shame,
things that go unspoken,
they must be what is to blame

Daises that never bloom,
no flowers there to pick,
blank stares to unnoticed
like the tiny staple's prick

Spontaneous combustion,
chest on fire as is mind,
two and two equal seven,
no sense left there to find

Aching back and aching heart
doesn't matter, must be strong,
climb, fall, break, repeat,
this cycle doesn't feel too long