A cycle (poem)

[Magenta]

Slash the skin, feel the blood
Pooling up just like it should.
Grasp the razor, dig it in,
Let the pain and joy begin.

Hold the handle of the knife,
Let the feelings come to life.
Now it's over, now it's done.
And the guilt that's felt weighs a tonne.

Back to the beginning, the cycle goes
Until once again the blood flows.
Wake up in the morning and feel the shame
Because there is no one else to blame.

[Alexithymia]

Wonderful. It's true, too. Too true.