No Good Cut

Proud of the scars that you cut in me,
But now I have to live with them
You bring me don into fear,
I want to fly again.

Red marks of the rope,
That nearly ended my life.
I don’t see the point, only I feel pain,
Give me a shot.

I tried to help,
That’s all I did.
You took the anger out on me,
For no good reason.

Cut me from your heart,
No trust in me, never again.
Showed me the bad, that it was good,
Now an obsession, I can’t control.

You should be that it was fine to make it go away.