"So many tricks and then so many lies,
Too many whens, whats and too many whys."

I think everyone goes thru these phases in any relationships. Some see it, some do not. some understand it, some do not. But putting it in words you have done a great job. I, very much like your poem. Kudos Nepal's son!!!  Keep flowing.

knock in my door, yes its the night
the day is over again

it was so bright all this long but
darkness has won again

covering up the lonliness blanket
I vanish into myself again

i see memory-wagon in front of my eyes
carrying my own past again

restrained by the screech of silence
I fail to hear my own voice again

batteling in the borders of my eyes
my tears gain victory again

facing towards cracked mirror
I seekout for myself again

continuing sitting like this,
eternity keeps repeating again and again