No one but myself to blame

It's been two months,
Since i lifted the blade,
Yet these scars on my arm,
refuse to fade.

I pray to God,
Please let them go away,
But these scars on my arm,
Are here to stay.

How am i meant to put,
this behind me,
When these damn cuts,
Remain for all to see.

I think back to a time,
When things were bad,
When i woke each morning,
Desparately sad.

Back when the only comfort,
in my life,
Came in the hideous form,
of a knife.

But that's the past,
Just a memory now,
I need my cuts,
To heal somehow.

I no longer want,
To hide my arm,
I wish id never,
Considered self harm.

Strange how the one thing,
That made me happy,
Has become the thing,
That will bury me.

I wake each morning,
With the constant fear,
That these wretched scars,
will not disappear.

I can no longer live,
With the shame,
And there's no-one,
But myself left to blame.