Cycles

Life goes on
And yet again it seems that I’m left behind
People move on
And here I am, forgotten again
Who am I?
I do not know
I’m told over and over I’m lazy and selfish
I work hard, yet get nowhere
I’ve come to the comfort of one thing
A blade to my skin, skin stained red
It’s hypnotizing, I can’t look away
All the pain I’m feeling feels far, far away
When suddenly the feeling is gone and no more
I add another cut, just one more
And the cycle continues, till the floor is pooled with blood
The sting brings me back to where I am
I’m suddenly conscious again
And when the day has come and gone
And the next one starts again
I feel as though my life should end
And the cycle starts all over again