Finally got it into a song.
Don't know how many of you on here are ex-cutters, but for those of you who are, I'm sure you can identify with the feelings brought to this.
For those who aren't, this one's about a cutter [namely me, I suppose] who's greatly discrouaged and depressed about their relapses into cutting and just can't seem to end the torture-like cycle that comes with being a cutter and having relapses.
Critique on structure is welcome.

Summary of a Relapse

I have felt You tonight
Now this flower dies for the seventh time
This is not my dream of truth
Not my intention
I've given up all my desires
Now if only I could breathe
Breathe

Can You see me?
Cause I can't see You in the mirror...
I love You
But how could You love me?
Just one more time
To end the cycle
Vicious cycle of infectious injuries

I can see You, distant
Now I come alive for the seventh time
This is not my night to die
My conciousness screams
I've given up my silver sharp
Now if only I could breathe
Breathe

Can You see me?
Cause I can't see You in the mirror...
I love You
But how could You love me?
Just one more time
To end the cycle
Vicious cycle of infectious injuries

I am not alone
I am not alone
Don't let me fear myself alone
Pull me up from the darkest hour
I can't do this alone

Can You see me?
Cause I can't see You in the mirror...
I love You
But how could You love me?
Just one more time
To end the cycle
Vicious cycle of infectious injuries
Can't end the cycle
Oh, if only I could breathe
Can't end the cycle
I, I need You in me
Can't end the cycle
I can't do this alone...