I got on the ride...
It looked like so much fun.
I remember that day,
As my eyes glittered of joy in the sun.

I had no idea.
How sick it would make me.
But sick in my heart,
And as expected dizzy.

Round and round,
I would go.
But when chance to get off,
The ride again glowed.

And hope would leap,
And strangle my throat.
Robbing the oxygen from my thoughts,
Until back on I would go.

Having forgotten just how,
The pain I had felt,
Just hope for a ride,
That would cause all the sorrow to melt.

But again I would spin,
Laugh for a moment at first.
And on it would go,
Bringing back all of the hurt.

And I find myself back,
Dangling over the edge,
Face skimming the ground...

Round and round,
On my heartbroken merry-go-round...