It's A Vicious Cycle

"You know you're going to regret this,"
Says the little voice in my head.
I ignore it as always
And pick up the blade that's been stained red.

I hesitate a second
Before pressing it to my skin.
Do I really want to
Feel that way again?

I know in the end
What I'm going to do
But I still always question
Whether I really want to.

I know I'll regret it
Once it's done.
Because I'll have lost
And the blade will have won.

This always happens
In the exact same way
I cut, then regret
And repeat the next day.

So even though I know
I'll regret it tomorrow
I take the blade and slice away
To momentarily forget all of my sorrow.