Scars appear....

What have I done, where have I gone wrong?
It should have been all happy and smiles
But instead dark clouds hang over my head
Scars appear and not only on my body
Its like my heart is broken but still whole
I pick up a blade because to me this seems right
And from the moment I pull that blade across my skin is a moment of relief
At that time I forget my troubles and it's just my blade, the cut and me
Starting the anticipation of the next cut, how deep, where, what's the story behind it?
Giving me the satisfaction of feeling fine of thinking it will all be OK
But how will it be fine when I know deep down what I'm doing can't be right
To scar myself for life, how can I do it?

*let me know what you think please*