Vicious Circle


The cold, frigid metal

It screams my name

It's handle, a blue plastic

Would fit my grasp well

That silver, shining metal

It wants to weep for me

It wants to take away my emotions

And make them its own

I delicately hold them in my shaking hands

Enraged with the world

With the day

With the way

Everything's going now

It's all downhill from here it seems

And the only thing left

Is that cool metal

These scissors in my hands

But I freeze

What good would it do

To cause myself more pain?

That would only give me more reason

To yearn for those blades

It's a circle

A vicious circle

And I almost get caught up in it all

Until I think

What good would it do

To cause my friends worry?

That would only give me more reason

To yearn for my blood

It's a circle

A vicious circle

And I won't get caught up in it all

Then I know

This circle

Vicious circle

Can be broken

Before it even begins

Right now

Right here

With my choice

To put them away

For good