Mind, Body And Soul

I look at the scars,
That I have made,
Every single time,
My life went into shade.

I hate what I do,
Feel guilty at every glance,
But not at the time,
With crimson stained hands.

Nobody knows,
Nobody sees,
As shameful as it seems,
My life the knife leads.

They don't see the addiction,
And my life it controls,
Anything and everything,
Mind, body and soul.

I want them to see and understand,
I want thier help to cope,
But I know they'd just judge,
So I carry on to hope.