I didn't choose to be like this

It's none of your buisness,
Stay out of my life,
It doesn't matter to you,
Why i use my knife.

I know you judged me,
On the things you saw,
But that wan't stop me,
Going back for more.

I try my very best,
To hide my red scarred arms,
To hide the evidence,
Of my much hated self-harm.

When you told me,
Exactly what you'd seen,
You made me feel smaller,
Than i'd ever been.

I hate myself,
And this life i wouldn't miss,
Just remember one thing,
- I didn't choose to be like this.