"A Cycle" OR "Cut"
The wonderful
slice
of blade on flesh
it rings throughout the room,
echoing in the ears
of innocent passersby.
The emotions,
the pain,
the raw fear,
leaks out,
seeps out,
along with the blood.
You make that first
cut.
And you are
unknowingly hooked.
A cycle, a vicious, horrible cycle,
is born.
You have a bad day.
You feel horrible,
lost, confused, and hurt.
You find release.
You cut.
You feel like a monster,
a horrible person.
The guilt overrides your mind.
You feel bad about cutting,
trying to reach the same calm,
the same form of inner peace.
So you cut.
And so on,
you cut because you feel bad,
you feel bad because you cut.
The cycle
it steals you away,
with no intent of letting you go.
Break that cycle,
please.
I'm begging you to break it.
I did.
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