Sick Cycle

Why do I get up in the morning?
To go to a hell that's not worth going to?
Where people bully me all the time
I can't take that anymore
I can barely take anything
The pain I go through everyday
It's cutting a fine edge around me
Trying to break me
To make me grab my blade,
To put the cold steal on my wrists
Then the warm blood will flow
Things will get better after that
Then they will fall apart again
A very sick cycle
That I'm wanting to end
But it does not
So what can I do?
Nothing I guess
Oh well
Nothing I can do about it...
Let it happen..