Aug 11 2013, 11:45 AM

“Deadly Cycle” (a poem by me)(Written on 12/3/12) Distant, vacant eyes stare back at me in the mirror. Why do they look so lifeless? Why don’t they look the way that they used to look? They used to be bright and full of life. They used to be the eyes Of someone that cared about life. But that’s just it- I’m starting not to care. I’m alive, but dead. I would rather be alone, Away from anybody and everybody, away from those who worsen All of my cowering misery that stretches onward, Lingering in my mind like a stubborn child who won’t leave anybody alone I’m no longer searching in the darkness, And crawling around trying to find my way out I lay there and stare into nothingness No, who am I kidding? I don’t just lay there and stare into nothingness; I state at the eternally bleeding cuts on my wrists Studying them as if they were something that I had never seen before But the only thing is, I have seen them before. In fact, I’ve created them time and time again, And I can’t seem to stop. It’s a pattern- A cycle- A habit that can’t be broken; And as my wounds start to close up, I slash them again with my beautiful, bloody weapon, And again, watch them in amazement As my blood starts to pour out, Spilling into the already blood-soaked ground It’s a sick, malicious – yet, beautiful – cycle that I can’t stop. Will anybody save me?