Life is a cycle they tell you

There's before 

And then there's after

There's living

Then there's death

But what they don't tell you about 

Is the cycles during living

The repetitive routines

The daily nighttime crying

Always feeling like I'm falling apart piece by piece

Wondering if there will ever be a way to put me back together

I'm sick and tired of going through cycles

Endlessly wandering through my interior walls of depression

I'm looking for an escape route

A flotation device

A signal or sign

Anything to save me from the pain 

My body aches, begging me to make it all stop

But there is no way to stop the pains of life

The other day I almost died

And what hurt most of all

Was knowing that I didn't care

I couldn't care less if I had survived the incident or not

My body stopped moving

But my mind never could

The cycle keeps repeating

I feel as if I'm constantly pleading

For someone to notice

For someone to help

To just have it all stop

But the cycle continues

And deep down I know

That it will never end

This pit of circles and cycles I'm in won't ever stop tearing me apart

Leaving only the remnants of my happiness behind