Betrayed by myself

I really should stop cutting,
I should cease the self-harm,
Because now it’s just a habit,
That is tearing up my arm,

All the complications,
Have straightened in a line,
And all the implications,
Are saying you are mine,

And my insecurities,
Are hidden deep inside,
And my impurities,
Are protected by my pride,

But still I take out the case,
Where I hide the blade,
I feel my heart race,
As again I’m betrayed,

By myself.