The Truth Behind My Scars

I've done it again,
The blood is still there,
It's still on my skin,
It's still on the blade.

Why do I feel this way,
All of the fcking time,
It's eating me up,
It's ruining my life.

Everyone thinks that I'm always ok,
But I so am not,
They don't see me when I am at my worst,
When my weakness takes over.

It takes over my life,
It makes me hide,
It makes me do this sht again,
Why can't I make it all stop.

Although... I guess I could,
I could end it all now,
But I don't have the guts,
Not sure I'd be able to.

For the amount of times I've done this,
It still hurts like hell,
For all the times I cut myself,
You'd think I wouldn't feel it anymore.

But it isn't that easy,
I feel all the pain,
The scars that I have,
Show that I can't stop.