Strain of Madness

I can't seem to shake 

this feeling of deja vu

see, I've been through

this before, back then 

I swore, 

I'd take care 

this sense of fear,
exists inside me 

it grows and so does

the sadness, a strain of 

madness has spread

and still
even now
I can't work out
this old riddle 

I'm riddled, someone's

fiddled, with my head.

let it be said- 

I've never felt so low.

maybe its a sign 

maybe it's time 

for me to go 

away again

maybe I should 

come back when 

I figure shit out.