A hundred days ago (Poem about self harm/cutting)

A hundred days ago I put the razor through my skin
The sweet taste of blood and wine
For me it's a sin

Scars on my body that I can't cover
But mostly in my soul
I hope it soon will be over
Have you reached your goal?

You detroyed my life
Made me hate
Because of you I used a knife
I know this wasn't my fate

It's not true
What you tell
You have no clue
Just want to make my life a hell

But I wont give in anymore
The hate inside me dies
I'm closing this door
And the book of lies

A hundred days ago I put the razor through my skin
I believe it was and will be the very last time
I wont let you win.